Paroles: Harlequin Jones. Other. Worried Ugly.

Sometimes I think I've lost
What used to be my cost and currency
Hop scotch string skipper
Just another tongue twister
Resistance, resistance
The gig is up my targets blurry but
Business is business
The blame reflects straight back at me

I was worried
Could have got ugly, pretty bad, pretty fast
Too little, too late, out of town, out of state
We were THIS close to missing THAT train
Could have got ugly

I've got so many keys to keep me company
Still I was lonely and they were never eager to talk
Till slowly it showed me
If ever stuck in stubborn sands - change the locks

And to worry now just sounds silly
I feel unworthy still unwilling to stop
Cause when it's dead on, bull's eye view head on
i'm humbled at the world's loss

It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don't worry

Those narcissists, what arrogance
A list of insignificance
Its evident that end permit our bliss to blossom
When all our friends move onto better things
We'll be alone, but harmony's
All the more reason not to worry

I couldn't stand the static for one more second
The pull, the draw, the force that a southern coast beckoned
Filled in the distance which had ripped us aptly apart
Finished the black bear pause in a racehorse heart

It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don't worry

(Thanks to appletini for these lyrics)