11. Windmills not giants

Begging for warm champagne

A duster in a hall of fame

Cleaning up their lipstick stains

Holding little ladies who faint

When riding horses

Once more I turned my time into savings

And I swear no more dismay

I feel in a good way

Roller caught in a desert under the everlasting sun

I traded my shoes for a bike

And now I’m trapped in sand

I’m carrying a ball and chain

Told me to fail at their game

“Don’t let them beat you beat them first”

“Steal their water give them thirst”

I’ve turned my world into my worst enemy

And I swear I’ve walked too long

And life still has no sense

Roller caught in a desert under the everlasting sun

I traded my shoes for a bike

And now I’m trapped in sand

Roller caught in a desert under the everlasting sun

I had my last sip for a high

And now I’m dry inside...

Roller caught in a desert under the everlasting sun

I traded my shoes for a bike

And now I’m trapped in sand

Roller caught in a desert under the everlasting sun

They’re just windmills, not giants

Worst enemy is inside...