Testo Stay Within Familiar Yards

Something's got you sprawling on your back,
With your feet inside your casket,
Well at least you've got your rack.
Your body sat with adolescent dreams,
Where the Incas met the vessels,
And your skin has turned to green.

We can posture, fake it out. We're not that strong but who's to doubt,
We're anything but what we've always said we were?
I know things have gotten hard so stay within familiar yard.
Don't go running off across the country,
Just to make some love (ohh).

It's just that empathy of mine,
Know that we've had better times.
Why am I writing, it's not good enough to sell?
Put your hands up don't confess.
You took it all so I'll give less.
I'm not looking for an answer,
Some ellipses will do fine.
I've done things I've never told.
I'm not a liar just the truth had gotten old.
Take one step from the road and,
Feel the backwards glances of relations,
Disappointment in their firms.
One more, press your face against the window.
Feel the winter cold reverberating on your skin.

We can posture, fake it out.
We're not that strong but who's to doubt,
We're anything but what we've always said we were?
I know things have gotten hard so stay within familiar yards.
Don't go running off across the country,
Just to make some love (ohh).