There’s a new dotted line running through grids, damaged and wiry. Instead of thread, we mend with safety pins, red and blue flashing, lights the last fray. Vague contractions have a new face. Who’s safe and where’s safe? It seems we’re here to test the trends, for all of next year’s college kids. So here come the cops, cleaner subways, and new locks. Living on the edge is easier with a safety net. Push out, save, and push back in. The mark has been made and the targets have been placed. Where is the best place to fall into the river?
Lyrics submitted by DakotaFloyd