Type A
Why do you have to be that way
Type A
There’s always something more to say
Type A
You always have to get your way
Why don’t you get out
Get out of my way
The thought of chaos worries you
Only your solution will do
I see right through your power trip
One loose screw and you will slip
Static vision
Cold precision
Manic control
Hands off my soul
Who gave you the right to decide what’s right
Your false authority is dreadful and boring me
The thought of chaos worries you
Only your solution will do
I see right through your power trip
One loose screw and you will slip
Type A
Why do you have to be that way
Type A
There’s always something more to say
Type A
You always have to get your way
Why don’t you get out
Get out of my way
You always have to get your way
The thought of chaos worries you
Only your solution will do
I see right through your power trip
One loose screw and you will slip
I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles