Think of a time when I needed this, and how I needed ammunition
to fire off into the surrounding empty space.
Oh, what a hole I've dug myself into.
There's not a root to grab onto
when you're on a slippery slope and they won't catch you.
Hey, have you ever had one of those days where everything goes perfectly
when perfect's not your place?
Now there's a ringing in my head, just like a song I've heard before.
One hundred times feels like it may have had it's turn.