Music can't be photographs, I lack the time
The demonstrations starting it's a zig zag line
Families keep Polaroids like beers on a chair
Moments are forever if you pretend to care
I'm not a perfect type of machine
I come from personal history of means
It's not all worthless just unreachable
This type of thistles, unquenchable cold
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
You're sitting still posing like a relenting sigh
It comes out perfect if you mess up the lines
Horses are slow cars if you run out of gas
I try to look you in the eyes but the moment has passed
I'm not a perfect type of machine
I come from personal history of means
It's not all worthless just unreachable
This type of thistles, unquenchable cold
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south