Imagine all your nerve endings firing in different ways
A course cold blood pumping through your veins
That\'s my Saturdays
The time is freely mine to spend how I will
But there\'s the weight of you keeping me paralyzed still
If the heart and mind would only sync
I could stop having these thoughts to think
And find contempt
For you have wronged me
It\'s so plain to see
But I cannot let go