It’s not some easy answer, be here now
You always find yourself on the slippery slope somehow
The past a strand immutable except in
shifting memory
the future seems infinitely variable
Yet something definite comes to be
And the slippery slope is ever present
the price is to sometimes be afraid
And it’s hard to just be while you’re tumbling down
trying to fumble together your perfect braid
And I find I could not bear to change
a single screwup or misbegotten hope
Sometimes I think if I only had
but that’s a very slippery slope
And the slippery slope is ever present
the price is to sometimes be afraid
And it’s hard to just be while you’re tumbling down
trying to fumble together your perfect braid
And the slippery slope is ever present
the price is to sometimes be afraid
And it’s hard to just be while you’re tumbling down
trying to fumble together your perfect braid
And the slippery slope is ever present
the price is to sometimes be afraid
And it’s hard to just be while you’re tumbling down
trying to fumble together your perfect braid
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