Acetate

I will hobble you arounAnnotated

I may drive you down

There are promises I'll make

There are promises that I'll take away

But I won't beg for you on acetate

I won't crawl on you to validate

Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around

For now

You found me on the beach

I was resting there for weeks

I will never cauterize / I will never tow the lines

I will never fortify

(It's one way or the other)

It's shudders up under the covers

I've tumbled up under fronters row

Wonder if I've recovered now

But I won't beg for you on acetate

I won't crawl on you to validate

Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around

For now

Shout it, shout it golden loud

The apple's on the archer's ground

No longer feeling tepid now

SHOUT IT say it louder now

I wanna carry on ...

Tear those numbers down