Roger Dodger

I refuse to weaken my will.
So don't pretend that you know how i feel.
Shaky grounds, but I'm standing on my own two feet.
Here I am I'm still intact, I gotta give myself credit for that.
But I feel the heat falling from your teeth,
Right down to me. But don't worry, 'cause I'm not listening,
There's no machine to travel back in time
But perfect lives are hard to find.
If you find one let me know, and I'll just say "If you say so".
We can weave we can unravel
And keep on sleeping right though our travels.