Punt Songtext
Staring at the backs of my eyelids

Striving to paint a picture of you

My attempts at art are futile

Illustrating beauty is impossible to do

Only I could be this miserable
Only I could make this turn out wrong

Incomplete on the first three downs

Now I'm left with fourth and long



I'm not one to kick it away

But right now I feel I'm wasting my time



I'm weary from all of your lying

From never perceiving the genuine you

The window is all too foggy
But I'm having second thoughts about breaking through

Only I could deem this significant

Only I could think but not act

If I'm all alone in this huddle

What's to keep me from being sacked?



I'm not one to kick it away

But right now I feel I'm wasting my time