Testo Quit The Circus

I'll blink once for no
I'll blink twice for no
You hijack my thoughts
Every single night
You could be more help
But you don't help a lot
Scarecrows only work in the light
Seeking a purpose
Stuck in the circus
Now I make as much sense as the car on the lawn
Sinking real low until it is gone

I can barely think
Thinking to myself
I'll stay in the car
While you raise some hell
There must be a way to scare off this old ghost
The one I fear the most of the time

All our descendants
Finish the sentence
We're as much use as the rotary phone We keep on the floor to prop the door closed