You Race Too Much

Drop the phone, lift your jaw
Pick small pieces up off the floor
Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know
"That's my heart", right?
Shut up and stop (don't move)
Look at the moon and memorize it's craters
Write them on your hand
With pen that won't rub off

Racing? 
You race too much
Spinning around making far too much sound
You're the one who likes coaxing people, right?
Poor little boy, so much hope all lost

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Written by Spencer MacEachern
on March 11th, 2003