Lyrics
Don't ask me how I'm doing
I couldn't tell you if I tried
Your fan sways in the doorway
It's always blowing me out of time
Don't lock your local limits
To a telephone pole
Cause you'll expect them to be there
When they're not
You'll lose control
Don't ask me how it's going
It shifts from cruel to kind so fast
My troubles swell so deep as I
Peek through the vines at the grass
Don't lock your local limits
To a telephone pole
Cause you'll expect them to be there
When they're not
You'll lose
So don't preach about my problems
Like you've saved me before
It's just that life's got lots of problems
Never less, never more
And don't lock your local limit
To a telephone pole
Cause you'll expect them to be there
When they're not
When you're not
You'll lose control
WRITERS
T Anderson
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