Say you hate it. You can bathe in the opposition
Taste my salty aggravation
Ask the questions with the answers that you already know
So you can say that I told you so
Keep rolling your eyes to the back of your head
Look up where your brain lies see what you're thinking instead
Whispering into my ear, but your volume is too high
The breath dulls down the fear so the paint in my head can dry
(Grab the sand paper)
(Score the surface of your thoughts)
(Rough so that the paint sticks)
(Wash your hands before it drys)
Does your pride even matter when no one is around
Anymore to see?
Pure Convenience is what I use to string myself along
Can't stop myself from asking "what's wrong"
Conversations between two liars can be so much better
It beats talking 'bout the weather
Like a headphone girl dancing in the silence
Losing touch with the world trying to keep her balance
The rhythms in her hips brings on a quiet hypnosis
Spills my drink as she slips but she doesn't even notice