Back To The Boards
It’s been too late too long to ever be found but you say that you’re holding hope
Held too close to redeem, pushed too high in esteem, on the pedestal I love the most
Back to the boards we go
Finding one so fair to err and repair with, err on the side of doubtful benefit
Drawing lines with signs to find and refine, a fine reminder to revolt
Back to the boards we go
Hot blood on the wing, quickly gets torn apart
Sheer shifty eyed reason surely gets sheared before it can start
Conceived in a moment of compromise, got her mother’s faults and her father’s eyes
The story’s spun, doctored, and jazzercised, now she’s looking to broaden the scope
Back to the boards we go
Complication only in number, but one of these things is not like the other
The wind picks up and blows my cover, now I’m flying this flag on my own
Back to the boards we go
