Local Language - Into It. Over It.

I’m always struggling to find the best place to start

I’m always in the in between and where the car is parked

But then you made yourself clear

A high court of common low-rent judicial peers

So I swore off your local language and started backing off

Well, it’s one wall missing where there should be four

Your trust fund tipping off a common score

A treasure for who does your saving

A keep where your father’s accounting has balanced the checks on the uneven

floor

As I swore off your local language and started backing off

I guess it’s easy to be so pleasantly pleased when it’s Dad’s autograph always

signing the lease

So now I’m backing off

I’m so friggin' sick of always backing off

I’m always struggling to find the best place to stay

I’m always in the in-between of a parking space

While you’re projecting on favors annulled

Talking shit with expressions you stole from the face of a dollar who’s earning

your pay

So I swore off your local language and started backing off

I guess it’s easy to say that we’re not the same

When the real world is out there but can’t carry your weight