The Noun

[Verse 1]
There's some kind of noun
Bouncin' around in my head
Kicking me down
Wish I could murder it dead
Stuck in my seat
Dark tunnels under the street
You're callin' my name
I look back and know who to blame

[Chorus]
Don't take my hand
This line in the sand is the last I will draw

[Verse 2]
Leaves hit the ground
And nothing has changed here today
Fumble around
Can't find the right thing to say

[Chorus]
Don't take my hand
This line in the sand is the last that I will draw
Don't look to me
I've severed the ties and I'm drifting back to sleep