Knuckle Puck Ponder
I'm losing all the faith I have in my ability to breathe
From pondering the second chances or the possibility
Of getting my teeth off this curb while your foot rests easily
On the back of my head
I'd push down harder if it were me
I'll tell you everything is copacetic
I'll tell you everything is copacetic
I'll tell you everything is copacetic
I'll tell you everything is copacetic