Tex-Mex - Portion Control

Hoping I could be in time for liberty

Your intimate description, that’s all that I agree

The matter is confused, the argument abused

Your cannot be excused

I to you, your time with me is through

I of you

Lying on my back, cold across the rack

Wonder why I never really thought of it like that

A savage mind

To entertain the strangers in our lives

If you are scared of the truth

Then you must be a lie

Holding in a smile, I begged you for a while

Even when you picked from the bottom of the pile

Don’t expect to find the contract to be signed

Everything can wait, ‘cause I’m not pressed for time

Speeding, a body to abuse

Beating up your, becoming a recluse

Don’t expect to find the contract to be signed

Everything can wait, ‘cause I’m not pressed for time

What’s eating you?

Tex-Mex in my sights, no sign of delay

With a memory like mine, I could forget today

Your is not in vain, your care is my belief

But there’s no guarantee that you will find relief

(With a memory like mine, I could forget today)

What’s eating you?