Lyrics
I have splinters in my hands
From grabbing at something without looking
Browsing the sky for signs of life
Spill the water on the floor sometimes
Trip on paper bags filled with glass
Well worn shoes that might need a shine
It’s fine to hid your head instead
To breakthrough development freeforms just in time
It’s probably not the way to do this
External maternal patriarch dead now
I probably shouldn’t express this impulsive emotion but
From the shape of your face I can tell I like you.
I’m not very good at the in-between
Uncertain garage sale discount one way
Plastic money falling from trees
I can see these things perfectly
Vinyl figurines wont leave me, pass them
While we make our way to the end of the hallway
Pay for tickets to flip the switch
If it doesn’t make sense we need to join together and figure it out
