Take it Slow

This feeling, as I tell it
In a song or as I yell it,
Does it matter
If I clatter,
Or if I should fall in love?
I want the latter.
If I can’t do any better,
Put my thoughts into some letters,
Write a poem or a song.

“LA LA LA”

String along, string along,
String along, string along,
And the sad thing is
That I maybe just might let her
Pull my heart strings on a tether
Cause my love is full of fear and
If I survive the year,
Come meet me for a beer
We’ll get together,
Hop on stage
Living out the masquerade
Getting proud, getting drunk,
Screaming loudly from the lungs,
Like

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!

Cause my, cause my
Heart is growing weak,
As I buckle from the knees,
‘Cause I still cannot believe
That you want to talk to me and
Why me? Why me?
Won’t you tell me what you see?
Cause my mind is telling me
I’m a loser, I’m a freak
I’m a–

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!
Don’t, don’t
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Where you’re not invited,
Heart ignited,
Take a towel;
Grab and bite it,
This is gonna hurt!
Yeah! This is gonna hurt!
I’m about to eat the dirt,
As I crash into the Earth
Or into her bosom fair.
The Aroma of her Hair
Bringing thoughts I have to bear
As I stutter and I stare,
I’m thinking, I’m thinking–

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!
I can’t, I can’t
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Down this, down this
Road! Road! Road! Road! Road!

It’s getting,
It’s getting old, I suppose,
Keeping always on my toes,
Never getting too excited,
Not assuming I’m invited,
Never spotted,
Never sighted.
I don’t want it anymore.
I already the hit floor,
And it’s all a fucking bore
Getting hurt,
Getting wasted,
Getting over,
Get replaced
I really just don’t want it
Anymore, anymore
It’s like

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!
I should be saying
No! No! No! No! No!
Instead I’m saying
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Here we,
Here we are here yet again,
Open shoulder for a friend,
Hold your breath and count to ten
Coming closer to the edge
Is it a joke?
Is it funny
That I’m out breath and running?
Should I call or tell somebody?
I don’t know what’s going on,
But I do know that it’s wrong
I am poison, I am open
And I’ll gut another person
If I must,
If I trust,
If I laugh,
If I lust,
Or if all of the above
I’ll–

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!
Time to, time to
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Singing, singing
Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Take it, take it
Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow! Slow!
Take it, take it
Slow!


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