Been living like a sitcom one without a guide or cue
No lessons for the crew
No laugh track for people to know what to do
And I am in no mind the majority of the time
To be piloting the ride
With an arrow in its side and spinning
Oh mostly aimless
Partially anxious and mean
When I am on track to landing flat upon my back
You correct me on my path
You’re my police
Most days drag on into nights even more long
Before I know it my mind is gone
Its spread out on the lawn with a wild wind blowing
Some days there's a trick, a little memory that sticks
Like a bell it drifts and splits
Cuts right through the crowd to this
Little demon on my shoulder showing
Been living like a sitcom one without a guide or cue
No lessons for the crew
No laugh track for people to know what to do
And I am in no mind the majority of the time
To be piloting the ride
With an arrow in its side and spinning
Oh mostly aimless
Partially anxious and mean
When I am on track to landing flat upon my back
You correct me on my path
You’re my police