Pinballs - Robocobra Quartet

Days can feel like labyrinths

I know it’s hard.

It’s tough

I know it can taste like you’ve had enough

Punctuate my name with a catastrophe

I’m approximately three times the person I was then, but I’m twice as unsure

I caught a glimpse of that person in the mirror — he seems unready for the world

He seems unsteady in his words

He seems hurt

His seams are teeming with dirt

There was a point when i had the world figured out

Now, I do not

You guys are pinballs & I am a clock

I don’t stop

Tell me: at what point did we generate this history?

Because ever since our car got hit from the rear I’ve been looking back on

impact

Checking sixes for images

He says, «Just leave me alone, pick me up where you left off.»

«Pick me up where you stopped.»

I can’t stop