It’s always something that you said
It’s always something that you didn’t do
There’s always something that will fit
There’s always something that you might forget you didn’t do

Straight from the blue-print of regret
Straight from the transcript of the coming hit, the coming blow
Oh no no
Prove if you fall down you lose it
Prove if you fall down you might lose it
The second blow, the coming fit and the mindless shit
But it’s Friday night I’m gonna get myself a fix

A matter of seconds to the pit
A matter of seconds to the fat shizit and the feeling it
Come on