Quit The Circus
I'll blink once for no
I'll blink twice for no
You hijack my thoughts every single night
You could be more help but you don't help a lot
Scarecrows only work in the light
Seeking a purpose stuck in the circus
Now I make as much sense as the car on the lawn
Sinking real low until it is gone
I can barely think thinking to myself
I'll stay in the car while you raise some hell
There must be a way to scare off this old ghost
The one I fear the most of the time
All our descendants finish the sentence
We're as much use as the rotary phone
We keep on the floor to prop the door closed
