There's a map in my room, on the wall of my room
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through
The palms of my sweaty hands
And I move slow
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable