World On It’s Neck

With the world on its ear, I can hear your stereo clear from here
"Fuck last year, let's get weird," steer me into my own delirium
I can manufacture fears, or I can fight with fishing gear
Tie the line, shed a tear, say a prayer
The dying deer with the world on its neck

I've lowered myself to what I expect
What did I expect?
What do I accept?
What is the direct effect?
What's wrong?
And what's correct?

Oh, it keeps you on your toes
Getting you out of those clothes

Who knows?
We'll see how it goes
This summer, I don't care if it snows
Either way, I will be frozen

Hits straight to your shins
I see your pain, no one wins
I start again, I rebegin
I never quit, I never cease

With the world on its neck
I've lowered myself to what I expect