Lyrics Aisle #10 - The Orwells

Aisle #10

It’s only elementary feeling
Sticking to the sidewalk
Stepping over patience
Looking over shoulder
Asking for direction
I need separation
Wrecked imagination
Taking up my time
You must have an opinion
It hasn’t crossed my mind
I get hung up on epiphanies
That never come in time
Just name it
I’ll do what I have to
You can test my patience
I contest the way this things
Turning into karma
Coming down the aisle
Stepping at my heels
Waiting in the driveway
I can’t bring it home
Getting desperate for reason
I got back in line
I get hung up on epiphanies
That never come in time
Getting desperate for reason
I got back in line
Never needed it to be here
Its not the brightest kind