The Start Up lyrics

Blown, my intuition Smile sweetly, but act discreetly Time and place, mine to waste I guess time is running out I just can't get around it Don't tell me the race is won, I'm only getting started It's getting late, no mistake, there's no mistaking | Always faking interest Burn, my inhibition Turn completely, into a memory Ball and chain, my confusion It stops me where I am It starts the whole thing over Why should I get involved, why should I get excited? I've got more than I need, contract civility.