Inertia Lyrics

I sit and draw, with a piece of chalk, on the sidewalk.
Everything is mapped out, and more than perfect.

Put your hand in mine, help me trace these lines.
(Fill in hidden meanings, gag me so I stop screaming)

And I said, "Hey Sweetheart, wont you whisper in my ear?
And tell me all those subtle things that you know I wanna hear?"
She screamed, "Listen Boy to what I have to say,
I'll always be here to take you away."

Chalk wore down to fingernails.
Media taken from my blood and bone