The Draft - Longshot lyrics

The disassociated testing

Of the fletching

Like a surgery of shaky hands

And patient baby steps

Could take you to another place

To where the love you know you could leave

And take it all back

Another damn heart attack

I'm trying to contain it

But everything I think about is far away

And that's where it always seems to be

It's time to get back

It's hard to understand

But I'm banking on a long shot

Not picking from one through ten

I'm solid as a number

Do you get the irony?