arms length

Summertime and I'm caught in the wind currents

I got things to do but the pressure make less urgency

See me in reflections as I walk through faded memories

And if I faded myself, now would you tell on me?

It's a pothole in the road, it's a steady cycle

And I look back on when I wanted to be a disciple

Hanging with a cult, that's what my mom said

But they saw through me, like I had my palm read

Then I saw the light, I keep 'em at arms length

I keep 'em at arms length

I keep 'em at arms length