Mount your plans onto a bow
Pull back your arm, release and throw
Your ducks are lined up in a row
But your aim is off, you shoot too low
But if you're smart enough to know where this is going
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions
Get it together, just try
Lock down your lungs
Steel trap your tongues
Words are getting carried away
Twisted and bent, contorted to fit
All the things you would never say
They can and will be used against you
Pressed until you're spread out thin
Slipping through cracks, still turning your back
Even though you could get stuck again
But if you're smart enough to know where this is going
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie
Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions
Get it together, just try
But if you're smart enough to know where this is going
Please don't tell me, I'd rather have you just lie
Come to terms with the consequence of that action
Get it together, just try