I got stamina when my legs grew cold
Frozen from the lakes that surrounded us
They needed a body to hold, wasn't ready for two
I don't want you, I don't want you, I don't want you
I don't need violins, don't need the gunfire
Not a sine or a designated driver
I'm staring at the bottom of that
Standing a million miles away
A million years too captive in late
Too elastic for it to be okay.