Prelude

I’m standing on a precipice
Up ahead is quite the frightening view
But I am firmly staring at my feet
They look the same as they always do

Let’s go waste our time together
Nothing could be something if you want it to be
And I am sure we’ve got a lot in common
We can’t lose if we never compete

There’s so much to remember
And I can’t hold a single thought in the hollow
Broken-down skeuomorph that sits between my ears
I fear this circus I’ve run away to is gonna kill me
One day, but the cardboard faces in the audience
Keep clapping; they’re cheering, they’re looking
At me and they’re waiting
And it’s time to move
It’s time to move
It's time to move