Dessa - Fighting Fish lyrics

Swimming in a snifter Pretty as a picture Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a b**h You can name, you can keep her But take care when you feed her You never can take the fight out the fish Chomping at the drill bit Never one to still sit You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets Around here we don't like talk of big dreams To stand out is a pride, a conceit To aim high is to make waves to split seams But that's not what it seems like to me Cause I wanna try I wanna risk And i don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permissions Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in them Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark Its always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center its a waste of the art I didn't come looking for love I didn't come to pick a fight I didn't come to wave or take pictures Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger Won't extend my wings to be clipped I know the culture here is to stay humble but sh** If we all go round bowed heads, bu*ton-lipped If never none of us go for the belt who wins My mother says I've loved too many men But I took and left something in every single bed The rook can look left, right—just turns his head But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid Gender, genre, guess I'm on one Both the constructs Just the constructs Of the old word Gone broke Women, children let me tell you, I've been both And Its a myth we all swim for the life boats I didn't come looking for love I didn't come looking for a fight I come here every night to work And you can pick an ax up, man Or you can step aside Chorus Self taught, self made, bet, self styled Self saw, self came, self took island of converts To conquer is old school We march in Converse Own tools My joints hold steady Chucks laced ready I travel by kite, travel light Touchdown I swallowed the dice I make my own luck now Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark