Slow Down - Direction, Boilermaker

Pull back my lip while i watch my step

Spitting words hurts me

Facing backwards might cause you to slip

To slow down

Watch your step take a little trip down

Who knows where to land

Your broken hand scratch my back

Mend me now

My chance to move on who’s to know

But the outer side

The outside might glimpse

A glimpse gather my sense

Sit back and mend myself

Take a walk outside too bored to sleep

Not enough time to get anything halfway done