The Unstylish Penguin (There Are No Casual Fridays in Antarctica) -

Everything is spinning

Beginning all at once

Please stop

Judgement calls:

Shots you’re not too fond of

Everything is spinning

And now I’m lost

Blinded by the frost

Judgement lulls:

Please stop

Everything is thinning

Beginning to see something I like in you

Beginning to see between the lines

From what had become

You’ll see what happened to me

Was perceived to be a release

A second chance not to cease

Reasons to be

Everything I do

To plase you

It kills me

So kill me

I’m so tird of running away

And that’s so easy to say

Now that you’ve found me

So kill me