It's a little late for the contingency plan.
Running down the corridors,
I should have planned for this before.
Now that everyone's passed on the situation is all mine.
A security that's been building in my head for quite some time.
An unnerving incompetence and I think I'd like to get by.
It's a little late to start and instrument now.
All my friends they had lessons.
Their parents needed to please their sons.
So like an old dog trying to learn new tricks,
I'm tripping on my fat fingers.
This isn't how I planned it but I guess that I never really planned it at all.
And it's a little late to start.