My self-worth measured in text Back tempo It’s been 2 days and 8 minutes Too slow There may well be others but i Still like to pretend That I’m the one you really want To grow old with I’ve got a schedule to stick to Got a world to keep sweet You’re so much to everyone all The time Will you ever slow? Will I ever come first? The universe contracts to sign It’s a half life With you as my quarterback It’s a daft life It’s a half Life With you as my quarterback It’s a daft life Maybe you’ll never need more than that Gor the surplus that loves, what’s to Become of us? Do it even register On your conscience? Long for one last showdown From a box in the crowd, air Compressed tight to explode I’m clenching my ticked to the Only may out As you disappear in a puff of smoke It’s a half life With you as my quarterback It’s a daft life