Acetate

I will hobble you around
 I may drive you down
 There are promises I'll make
 There are promises that I'll take away
 But I won't beg for you on acetate
 I won't call on you to validate
 Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around
 For now
 You found me on the beach
 I was resting there for weeks
 I will never cauterize / I will never tow the lines
 I will never fortify
 (It's one way or the other)
 It's shudders up under the covers
 I've tumbled up under fronters row
 Wonder if I've recovered now
 But I won't beg for you on acetate
 I won't call on you to validate
 Tear those numbers down, I won't be having them around
 For now
 Shout it, shout it golden loud
 The apple's on the archer's ground
 No longer feeling tepid now
 SHOUT IT say it louder now
 I wanna carry on ...
 Tear those numbers down