Field Day Jitters

Wondering jets inside of me

I've got the field day jitters

Wet matches and a bottle of Mr. Clean

I'm a nervous wreck in the shape of a test

I figure it's all about giving

Causing all of the brain to slip into frame

And visit the space that it gives me for sleep

Wondering jets inside of me

I've got the field day jitters, jitters, jitters

I'm an open nest, a paper address

I can get lost in just living

Blowing thoughts of regret

You'll never forget the feeling of falling and breaking

This is me, your glue gun's dream

A map of every road

A friend that drops his nose

But this can't be

I'm a cracking machine

My will is to hold and my creed is to be the unbreakable me

Now it's time to fill up all the cracks in me,

No stopping, no stopping, no stopping

It's what I want

It's what I see

That I'm unbreakable, capable, breakable

Bye bye, never any doubt in me