I was skating on thin ice.
With a second look, I'm hypnotized.
I took and I took, attempted to yield.
Gotta move fast. You may never find...
or erase you... you cannot decide.
So, for your ego, I won't feed it.
Conceded a loss, but you only want more.
I'll push forward, but I know I just turn off.
I'm seeing only endings.

29 (ah,ah,ah) - Stay and I'll teach you.
How could I? (ah,ah,ah) I have but so what?
29 (ah,ah,ah) - add another... and add another (ah,ah,ah),
I'll figure something...
Heard a sound, somebody's band again.

I should follow my leanings more,
but there'll be no ease off the grip of my mind,
but these moments of making have not died.

29 (ah,ah,ah) - I have a favor (ah,ah,ah),
and I might have another (ah,ah,ah).
Until I'm more stable, then pile (ah,ah,ah) up another,
what's the difference?
Not gonna ask anymore, and I know why.

I'm 29 (ah,ah,ah), and I can't find your number (ah,ah,ah) but
I don't want to spend (ah,ah,ah) the time
counting up or else (ah,ah,ah) you'll never find.

My course is up the wall.