Hello Libby, how are you doing? I'm showing your face to your friends I swear it's just allergies again Nothing seems real, really Everything just happens the way that it does That it falls into place Holds a steady pace Progressing the human race By talking face to face Maybe someday I'll be whole again With love and hope and if anything To keep me on turning each day Hold me still I'm my choice Show me the way to love again So I'll stick to this reasonable pace Of which we can currently take But I think if I were to be great I'd have reached a checkpoint by now I really thought it to be my fate I'm drunk, I think Day to day my feet still dancing To the tunes There's a snake in my boot Some things were high If I am to slow forward Take my wrist, be my truss You're my fate to face We're falling into place I still don't feel my plate Am I yours? Can I stay With your face to face? Thanks for watching!