You're underground I'm not allowed To say that you're bound To hit the ground You're going slow Now that you know You're in your prime You feel like dying Running down the line you drew On top of lines on white of blue Let me know what you can do Don't tell me it's not bad at all Running down the line you drew On the paper thin side of you Grab a brush and paint my eyes I want to see the other side You're better than that A matter of fact Listen, listen to me You're all that I cannot be Don't ask me why I told a lie You're in your prime But I could be lying Running down the line you drew On top of lines on white of blue Let me know what you can do Don't tell me it's not bad at all Running down the line you drew On the paper thin side of you Grab a brush and paint my eyes I want to see the other side