Out of Order
Piece of paper stuck on the door
Out of order
Everything on this floor
Staring at the sign
There's a deeper meaning
The stars aligned
Sign isnt just on the door
It's in my mind
I'm out of order
Slowly breaking down
I woke up 3 hours late today
Or was that yesterday
Losing track of time
Out of order
Order
I dont have a sign on my head
I see a bleak future ahead
No one gets all my dread
I wish i could take back the things i said
Cause they were out of order
order
order
Whyd no one stop me
Stop me
Stop me
I'm just too out of order
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