I talked to this city/
From the cracks we all fell through/
It had nothing to say and so I stayed/
This will be my rebutle/
With open mouths and empty spoons/
With class in evenings and afternoons/
I talked to the right people/
From the years we all fell through/
They had much to say and so I left/
This will be my rebutle/
The ways we bend untill we break/
We're breaking down/
The ways we mold untill we fit/
It never fit/
This puzzle piece/
It never fit/
So sand edges and force fixture/
Had much to say and so I stayed this will be my rebutle/