You're underground
I'm not allowed
To say that you're bound
To hit the ground
You're going slow
Now that you know
You're in your prime
You feel like dying
Running down the line you drew
On top of lines on white of blue
Let me know what you can do
Don't tell me it's not bad at all
Running down the line you drew
On the paper thin side of you
Grab a brush and paint my eyes
I want to see the other side
You're better than that
A matter of fact
Listen, listen to me
You're all that I cannot be
Don't ask me why
I told a lie
You're in your prime
But I could be lying
Running down the line you drew
On top of lines on white of blue
Let me know what you can do
Don't tell me it's not bad at all
Running down the line you drew
On the paper thin side of you
Grab a brush and paint my eyes
I want to see the other side