Jam in the Van feat. Arms Akimbo -
Jam in the Van - Arms Akimbo (Live Session, Los Angeles, CA, 2016)
Little Insensitive - Live Session, Los Angeles, CA, 2016
So we're gripping hands now (gripping hands now)
Turn our backs but how will we ever get along?
I guess I don't care much (I don't care much)
Things have changed but I've had this feeling all along
Have I taken medication?
Am I being too complaisant?
Let's put this fist to the test
So we're gripping hands now (gripping hands now)
Turn the corner, I'll see the doctor on my own
Oh, hold your tongue
You get a little insensitive
But I'll let it out
I don't want to be on my own
You tore me up
I'm getting ready to vent again
But I'll let it out
I'm dying to cast the last stone
So we're gripping hands now (gripping hands now)
Turn our backs but I never want to be alone
I guess I don't care much (I don't care much)
And I'm losing touch, oh, I'm losing it
Oh, hold your tongue
You get a little insensitive
But I'll let it out
I don't want to be on my own
You tore me up
I'm getting ready to vent again
But I'll let it out
I'm dying to cast the last stone
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Turn our backs but how will we ever get along?
I guess I don't care much (I don't care much)
Things have changed but I've had this feeling all along
Have I taken medication?
Am I being too complaisant?
Let's put this fist to the test
So we're gripping hands now (gripping hands now)
Turn the corner, I'll see the doctor on my own
Oh, hold your tongue
You get a little insensitive
But I'll let it out
I don't want to be on my own
You tore me up
I'm getting ready to vent again
But I'll let it out
I'm dying to cast the last stone
So we're gripping hands now (gripping hands now)
Turn our backs but I never want to be alone
I guess I don't care much (I don't care much)
And I'm losing touch, oh, I'm losing it
Oh, hold your tongue
You get a little insensitive
But I'll let it out
I don't want to be on my own
You tore me up
I'm getting ready to vent again
But I'll let it out
I'm dying to cast the last stone
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Sutton, Christopher Paul Kalil, Peter Philip Schrupp, Colin Moore Boppell
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