Beach Craft Bonanza - Blur

Thinking back, it's all a blur
Cognitive dissonance, cold, unsure
Ascribing significance, it wasn't there
Restless night, pure delight, in a nightmare

Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well

Clipped the coping on the way down
Missed the exit ramp, impact knocked me out
Weak knees from the gravity of experience
Tried to clear my head, but clouds keep veering in

Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well
And aaargh, aaargh

Sensory overload, thoughts too loud
And I am so overwhelmed
Tripped over my own feet, you could say I fell
Next hand, new plan, fare thee well
And aaargh, aaargh, aaargh, aaargh

Written by:
Chris Baltrus, Vincent Carriero

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