Paperweights And Coffee Stains-Race The Sun

My wallet It＇s only getting lighter I＇ll keep it folded for now it＇s a paper weight I＇d love to say it＇s easier to move, to breathe, to walk So much weight has been lifted though armor holds its value And I＇m always awaiting my cue I＇m always forgetting lines Say dreams destroy us briefly, scream like the frustrated They hide behind the desks and they＇re being held captive Strangled by the phone lines spilling coffee on their best shirt Lost myself in my subconscious, my old habits Chewed my nails into rigid saw blades I＇ll clock out one more time, keep my stomach from my throat Empty both these cluttered pockets to scour for change