Switch Gears - cln, PSEUDO

Well, another notch in your belt

Guess you shouldn’t have played the

Dodgy hand you been dealt

You got something to say (Yup)

You got words you can sell?

Write 'em down on the page and

Bring some worth to yourself

If I recall correctly

When you first met me

My chest was empty

You weren’t afraid to check me

But two hundred days of heavy

Expectation left me cold

I hit eject, I saw the fire go with me

As my whole head in cruise control, so

Oh tell me what road we’re on

Switch gears, over the years

Too many times before

Oh tell me what’s goin' on (Mmm)

Old scars like broken cars that I can drive no more

Change, your locks again

Find yourself looking in the mirror wishing you had not again

Booking' in a dinner only to depart again

Turn the page and you start again

I know about myself

I’m a man of principle

Principally feeding inconsistent instances of mincing my intentions

And greetin' friends with gritted teeth and ritual

And with them pretty girls

It’s only ever visual

I wish that it was spiritual

And I ain’t being clever but

I never stick to more than the residual

It’s pitiful

Oh I’ve been told

My heart is cold

My body’s young

But

My mind is old

Always pick the ones

Come outta broken home

But I’m a loaded gun

Stick to what you know

Oh tell me what road we’re on

Switch gears, over the years

Too many times before

Oh tell me what’s goin' on (Mmm)

Old scars like broken cars that I can drive no more

Sticks and stones, break your bones

But a chest is bleeding when she’s on the phone

Cuts on her thighs so her scars don’t show

But I see it in her eyes when her ass is stoned

Slow it down

Keep it in your head when there friends around

Don’t tell her now

Keep her in your bed when you’re feeling down