Paroles de Punt

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
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