Kick myself in the past
Kicking past myself
I have faith in my breaks
One inch long rubber pads
Heading down, and then up
Squeeze my hands, push my feet
Broke a wire, gears locked up
Pedal slow, hill is steep
I went in to your house
Left my bike in the hall
Took a spill, got back up
Sipped my fill, still filled my cup
Walked around all day long
Picked up more at every stop
Took the bus, sat in sun
PDA, got yelled at
When you’re here, don’t want my phone
That’s it’s use- to get me here
Look at you, look at me
Nothing else is interesting
credits
from For the Birds,
released October 10, 2010
All by DBB