Lyrics:

There's really no hope for me

And that three second rule

Somethin gets dropped

And still I'm the slowest damn fool

Slow to realize what's really going on

Slow to know in a moment

Who or what has gone wrong



I wanna tighten down on the lag time



Your consonants were buzzing

Around your head like flies

Your true colors were showing

And your shape and your size

You were drinking your way though it

I was shrinking right there inside of my clothes

My eventual twenty/twenty

Arms crossed

Tapping her toe



I gotta tighten down on the lag time



Survivors are part turtle

We are part potato bug

We know enough to go fetal

'Til it's still up above

And you gotta crawl through the desert

Between when you hear it

And when you can play it with your hands

Just to rendezvous with whoever you are

When you finally understand



I gotta tighten down on the lag time

I wanna tighten down on the lag time