Lyrics Pinballs - Robocobra Quartet

Pinballs

Days can feel like labyrinths
I know it’s hard.
It’s tough
I know it can taste like you’ve had enough
Punctuate my name with a catastrophe
I’m approximately three times the person I was then, but I’m twice as unsure
I caught a glimpse of that person in the mirror — he seems unready for the world
He seems unsteady in his words
He seems hurt
His seams are teeming with dirt
There was a point when i had the world figured out
Now, I do not
You guys are pinballs & I am a clock
I don’t stop
Tell me: at what point did we generate this history?
Because ever since our car got hit from the rear I’ve been looking back on
impact
Checking sixes for images
He says, «Just leave me alone, pick me up where you left off.»
«Pick me up where you stopped.»
I can’t stop