there's really no hope for me   and that three second rule   somethin gets dropped   and still i'm the slowest damn fool   slow to realize what's really going on   slow to know in a moment   who or what has gone wrong      i wanna tighten down on the lag time      your consonants were buzzing   around your head like flies   your true colors were showing   and your shape and your size   you were drinking your way though it   i was shrinking right there inside of my clothes   my eventual twenty/twenty   arms crossed   tapping her toe      i gotta tighten down on the lag time      survivors are part turtle   we are part potato bug   we know enough to go fetal   'til it's still up above   and you gotta crawl through the desert   between when you hear it   and when you can play it with your hands   just to rendezvous with whoever you are   when you finally understand      i gotta tighten down on the lag time   i wanna tighten down on the lag time   gotta tighten down on the lag time