Cold Karma
Sat on a couch staring into pixelated faces
Without much to lose, we can wander
Daydream until we fall out of bed
Consumed a sandwich of a strange variation
Without much to prove, it's all fodder it's alarming
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
The leaves bend without hesitation
They drift and fade away
Without much to say, it's all fodder, it's alarming
I'm sifting through the stages in attempt to differentiate
Without much to prove, we'll get found outside of this moment
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
Crawling in and out of my ear that lays on the ground, faceless
You picked it up, brought it to the station
You really didn't have to do that
Oh you shouldn't have
Tell it to my mouth - relax
If it makes you feel good, relax
You really didn't have to do that
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
Without much to lose, we can wander
Daydream until we fall out of bed
Consumed a sandwich of a strange variation
Without much to prove, it's all fodder it's alarming
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
The leaves bend without hesitation
They drift and fade away
Without much to say, it's all fodder, it's alarming
I'm sifting through the stages in attempt to differentiate
Without much to prove, we'll get found outside of this moment
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
Crawling in and out of my ear that lays on the ground, faceless
You picked it up, brought it to the station
You really didn't have to do that
Oh you shouldn't have
Tell it to my mouth - relax
If it makes you feel good, relax
You really didn't have to do that
With you I can choose, no cold karma
No need to prove
I get lost in the wool that I harvest
To split in two next to you
Out of body in your room
For a moment I work on my posture
Didn't have to prove
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Writer(s): Malia Seavey
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