Текст песни can't keep up - Olen

This week's getting away from me
This year's getting away from me
This world spins at a rate frankly I can't keep up with
Life got no problem passing me by with its gospel
As I sit quiet with my bottled depression hiding my ho-
EVERYBODY MOVE IT!

Have you ever seen sad sardines?
Just look up and around
Haven't we just been jammed, squashed in, cooked up for a minute now?
I've been homesick from the isolation
I've been claustrophobic from the clarity that never came
I feel my ambition beginning to cave
That's too deep
Guess I better fall back
Every instinct shouts "RETREAT!"
Shoulda came wearing a helmet, not a ball cap
Talladega Nights, everybody like to go fast
Everybody life philosophy NASCAR while I'm trailing behind in the back

This week's getting away from me
This year's getting away from me
This world spins at a rate frankly I can't keep up with
Life got no problem passing me by with its gospel
As I sit quiet with my bottled depression hiding my hollow obsessions

Between the unchecked box on my list and the scars on my wrist, I'm so lost
What should I fix? (Huh?)
You must hate how unresponsive I might be when you talk spit spitely bout all he odd misfits like me
Between the unchecked box on my list and the scars on my wrist, I'm so lost
What should I fix?
Talladega Nights, everybody like to go fast
Everybody life philosophy NASCAR while I'm trailing behind in the back

This week's getting away from me
This year's getting away from me
This world spins at a rate frankly I can't keep up with
Life got no problem passing me by with its gospel
As I sit quiet with my bottled depression hiding my hollow ob-

You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me under your feet
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me fall to my knees
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me under your feet
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me fall to my knees

Talladega Nights, everybody like to go fast
Everybody life philosophy NASCAR while I'm trailing behind in the back

This week's getting away from me
This year's getting away from me
This world spins at a rate frankly I can't keep up with
Life got no problem passing me by with its gospel
As I sit quiet with my bottled depression hiding my hollow obsessions

You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me under your feet
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see
You must like to see me fall to my knees