Not At All

Sliding out of bed

With the stars coming in

Trying not to think

This is out of my hands

My determination on trial

And i know

I'll take the accusations

To heart 'cause i know

That i will be running out

To pursue the sound

While the final line's come and gone

And the futile cries of my alibis

Will never be good enough

Not at all

I should've held belief from the start

That i am staring at the pages as hard as i can

'Cause i am devoted

To a stranger kind of lord

She compels me to beseech her

With a fervor so untoward

I'm trying not to take it too hard

'Cause i know

That i will be running out to pursue the sound

While the final line's come and gone

And the futile cries of my alibis

Will never be good enough

Not at all

I'm running out to pursue the sound

While the final line's come and gone

And the futile tries to be normalized

Will never be good enough

Not at all