Doesn't it worry you the way we get lost in a moment
wrestling shamefully, trying to own it
abandoning all that was formerly true
shattering the principles we'd once grounded in glue
thoughts in our brain start to set the blaze
scrambling through like hamsters in a cage
each incidence, a new corridor of this mapless maze
color coded coincidences seem to fuel ideas onto the opposite page.
doesn't it worry you getting lost in the moment
the way your mind runs rampant and hopes to own it
don't you worry your feelings could have been wrong all along
lost in a melody while reality's singing a completely different song
no I'm never scared of the moment
I might have worried if I had needed to own it
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