This disassociated testing Of the fletching (Like a surgery of shaky hands And patient baby steps) Could take you to another place. To where the love you know could leave And take it all back Another damn heart attack I'm trying to contain it But evertyhing I think about is far away And that's where it always seems to be It's time to get back It's hard to understand But I'm banking on a longshot Not picking from one through ten I'm solid as a number Do you get the irony?