No wait, no harm, no foul
Something straight, little gin or crown
Got a place and a time and a purpose
Or something you know that's worth it

Nothing but time? That's complacency
Waiting in line? Save a place for me
Your heart used to have a vacancy
Now you arrange my time like an agency

On the contrary, I got all these goals that are time bearing
All these trolls that are line sharing
Get that praise
Get that daze
Not a hint of craze
Not a sight or a clue of a red flag

Which is honestly something to brag
Now whether that's hardly true
I'm proud of you 'cause when jumping I tend to lag

I'm processing everything every peep every squeak from a mouse
Picking you up could be a hard drive so this winter I might head south
I'm not the type to monitor, but the key is attitude
Because when it boils down I'm proud of you and I know it'll all work out

No wait, no harm, no foul
Something straight, little gin or crown
Got a place and a time and a purpose
Or something you know that's worth it

Nothing but time? That's complacency
Waiting in line? Save a place for me
Your heart used to have a vacancy
Now you arranging my time like an agency

Little dream catcher, little butterfly net, little portrayed picture
If you book town, think the 4th grade will miss you?
The weather moving on before they even know to miss you. Damn

Now since I've learned a little patience
Your playlist? My music? Rotation
But your lips, of your circle? Contagious

Your friends say I'm in rotation. Cycle too bizarre for explaining
You can smell that something's up and to think us guys just paid for fragrance?

I know I'm bold, but jump first
I'll be right behind. That's some comfort
Say my name, jump this plane, we'll be holding hands 'til we touch dirt

No wait, no harm, no foul
Something straight, little gin or crown
Got a place and a time and a purpose
Or something you know that's worth it

Nothing but time? That's complacency
Waiting in line? Save a place for me
Your heart used to have a vacancy
Now you arrange my time like an agency

On the contrary, I got all these goals that are time bearing
All these trolls that are line sharing
Get that praise
Get that daze
Not a hint of craze.
Not a sight or a clue of a red flag

Yet I'm having trouble getting back
What's distracting you? Come on say shoo
Have fun, we can hang and forget that