How long will I hold my breath this time
Keeping my eyes closed so tight
My heart rate slows, then turns on a dime and I
Haven't moved in over fifteen minutes baby
And the lights are fading despite this internal marathon
It's tough to read
Whether or not these procedures are perceived
As irrational, contrived, or perhaps

I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just once
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just this once
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just oncе
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, just this oncе

[?]
As though a mist of tiny glass shards is
Raining down, head down and run through
This starchy maze, as my lungs fill up with moths
Head down and run through
As though a mist of tiny glass shards is
Raining down, head down and run through

If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man
I'll own this town
If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man
I'll own this town
It's a wicked pike
And I think I like it
It's a wicked pike
And I think I
It's a wicked pike
And I think I like it
It's a wicked pike
And I'm wondering as you lose your face

If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man
I'll own this town
If the scenario dictates that the pants make the man
I'll own this town