

Everybody's running.
Nobody knows who's chasing us.
Could everybody just— STOP!
(holy shit) It worked.
Car stopped rolling, coffee hanging in the air,
Guy halfway across the street just permanently standing there.
Bird above the sidewalk
ain't remembered how to fly,
Whole city finally shut the fuck up— I could almost cry.
No phone ringing, no opinions,
nobody explaining what I need.
No deadlines getting closer,
no motherfucker saying "speed." Finally got exactly
what I thought I wanted most—
So why the fuck am I the only one
still walking down the road?
STOP THE FUCKING WORLD!
JUST GIVE ME ONE DAMN MINUTE!
Everybody moving faster doesn't mean there's something in it!
Freeze the cars! Freeze the clocks!
Let me hear my own damn thoughts!
STOP THE FUCKING WORLD— WAIT.
DON'T LEAVE IT FUCKING STOPPED!
Okay, this was fun,
but it's getting kinda weird,
Nobody laughing, nobody fighting,
nobody fucking here. Turns out all the noise I spend my whole
life complaining about is also how I know there's anybody else around.
Maybe peace ain't silence,
maybe calm ain't standing still,
Maybe I don't need the world to rearrange itself at will.
Maybe everybody's moving and I choose the speed that's mine— I don't
need to stop the clock.
I need to quit racing time.
Alright. Start it
back up. (hello) Oh,
you motherfucker. Come on.
MOVE!
MOVE!
MOVE!
START THE FUCKING WORLD!
LET THE WHOLE DAMN CITY MOVE!
Let 'em run, let 'em dance,
let 'em do whatever people do!
Start the cars! Start the clocks!
Bring the beautiful chaos back!
I DON'T NEED THE WORLD TO STOP— I JUST NEEDED MY OWN
TRACK! LET THE FUCKING WORLD MOVE!
I'M NOT RACING ANYMORE!
Everybody pick a direction— I'LL PICK MINE AND HIT THE FLOOR!
...Don't.
(hahaha) There we go.