Personal Best Songtext
von Small Black

Though we like to pretend
the dance is choreographed
there looms the pattern
more random every day
seen through a pane of glass
but clearly magnified
we sit and focus
and hone in on the worst
but I
don't see us running out of time
and its true
we should've learned enough to
chalk it up as a loss


our day is coming quick
we put it off of course
in a line of thinking
we had doubted from the start
the only cost of which would be
our bullshit time
still see us lying in the dark
fixing, just staring at the void
making a list
setting demands
reminds me why
I might have cared
oh

she said
come take your birds and fly
go find the afterlife
go out and focus
hone in on the void
I see you running out of time
I see you running out of time
I see you running out of time
even if you did would be (black?)
oh


just see you and me
just see you running out of time
just see you and me
just see you running
just see you and me
just see you
lying in the dark
lying in the dark
lying in the
just see you lying in the dark
oh