My mind is a colour to get out my mouth 
My tongue is a pill that 
I can't spit out 
Make no bones, about it 
We're older now, than 
I like to admit 
My midnight image casts no shadow 
An overturned city as our grass will grow 
Make no bones, about it 
We're older now, than 
I like to admit 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Each steps on a snake fills my lungs [?] 
Allison, my slip of the tongue 
No thoughts no turning back 
I She knows me better than 
I No blots no semen it's energy wasted 
Make no bones, about it 
We're older now, than 
I like to admit 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time 
Suppose it's the right time...