The Rules by Adam Labeaux

Black and white. Black and blue

Some get to choose

Realize it’s not the truth

A closer view

I kind of like the look of my glass

I can barely see it

Or remember the last time I knew who

Was running those rings round you

Keeping those wings grounded

I will bend and break the rules

Bodies lie. Bodies change

Born this way

Locked inside. The kids won’t play

Not this game

CHORUS

If we’re ballasted

Maybe we won’t be surprised by the waves

If we look ahead

Maybe we might end up where we planned

But the compass spins

Better halves. Voices raised

Just sustained?

Wildfire. Fan the flames

Make way/waves

CHORUS