i'm working on my backwards walknwalking with no shoes or socksnand the time rewinds to the end of mayni wish we'd never met then met todaynni'm working on my faults and cracksnfilling in the blanks and gapsnand when i write them out they don't make senseni need you to pencil in the restnni'm working on drawing a straight linenand i'll draw until i get one rightnit's bold and dark girl, can't you seeni done drawn a line between you and menni'm working on erasing younjust don't have the proper toolsni get hammered, forget that you existnthere's no way i'm forgetting thisnni'm working hard on walking outnshoes keep sticking to the groundnmy clothes won't let me close the doornthese trousers seem to love your floornni been working on my backwards walknthere's nowhere else for me to gonexcept back to you just one last timensay yes before i change my mindnnsay yes before i...nyou're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it