small bites
he wants to be right
she likes to do nothing
I wait forever
let's change
we ask
when

small steps
why
I'll fall over and over again
his hit
his ego
I bought a bow and arrow
let me know
when you don't feel like the best

I might never know how
tell me why
is he always right
the day she moves on
I'll be dead in my next life far away
I hope
maybe not
his ego will corrupt him
what a pretty boy
I wish he never spoke

all alone
shooting arrows
I can be the scale
moving with the wave
I can see what's wrong
I'm never wrong
they can guess
they're out of line
follow my view
it's good for you