Recoverist

I am a wreck but

I'll turn around.

The attic is flooded

But it's dry on the ground.

The chords are distended

But the rhythm is sound.

See change in myself but

Still I propound:



Running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'll turn to something else.

Running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'll turn to something else.



Pages are turning

Retention is high.

Eyes without baggage

And meat on the thighs.

Libido is resting

But for now I don't mind

She change in myself but

What about I:



Am running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'll turn to something else.

Running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'm too, too in love with myself.



Running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'll turn to something else.

Running though the clubs

I thought I controlled myself.

I guess I'm too, too in love with myself.