The signs point to you
As you run from the past toward the second round
You could be the reason
I won’t carry on my legacy
You won’t give special considerations to the hawks above
It’s never going to be safe
I could stand outside the candy store all day and never get a sweet taste
You could stroll past ignoring me or hand me a stick of gum
I could tell the story of the gum man
Or how the hawk pecked out my eyes and flew away with a shiny wrapper
I ran toward the third round
Anything could be better
Unless you were lying
And none of the signs are about you
