Business Trip
If you'll just swallow my tongue
I will be your archetype
Mutually smothered in lists of previous abandonments
Drowning in our brinkmanship soaked in this methadone spit
Looking for your speckled ore caught within the flickers of my
Refuge of flyover refuse raze
All the reputable sources say I'm acting in acceptable ways
But it's all over now
The second chance is a lie you prescribe yourself
Which in a decade will rip through your pores
And you're left alone post premature epiphany
Staring out at statuettes that sacrificed more
Mulling over turbulence noise or the beginnings of an earthquake
I have no choice but to show myself off
In these ruined moments of silence
And malformed pulpit grabbing contests
Join me in the gruesome
We can overflow with imitation crocodile tears
Calling out across the crowd
Making eye contact while syncing lips
With every mass-produced cure
Forcibly contort into positions I am increasingly too scared to leave
Your pessimism writing itself
The bottled air leaks through what you undoubtedly made
And in your running you're becoming its perpetual prey
But I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so
Treat my body like a toy
I'll treat your room like a hotel
And I'll never be a real boy
In second thoughts and might as wells
What's the worst thing left unsaid
As you hijack the cockpit with your lifelong friends
Chasing antipodal city states by barrel rolling west
Zigzag slices through the continent to crumple in your bed
Bearing witness to my sickness and the way it makes you gag
I will raise a hermit kingdom to protect you from my hand
Running through a city on a river to a lake
Just to prove to you how much my hot dog heart can really take
What's the worst thing I could say
When you grip me by the minutes and you're begging me to stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
I will be your archetype
Mutually smothered in lists of previous abandonments
Drowning in our brinkmanship soaked in this methadone spit
Looking for your speckled ore caught within the flickers of my
Refuge of flyover refuse raze
All the reputable sources say I'm acting in acceptable ways
But it's all over now
The second chance is a lie you prescribe yourself
Which in a decade will rip through your pores
And you're left alone post premature epiphany
Staring out at statuettes that sacrificed more
Mulling over turbulence noise or the beginnings of an earthquake
I have no choice but to show myself off
In these ruined moments of silence
And malformed pulpit grabbing contests
Join me in the gruesome
We can overflow with imitation crocodile tears
Calling out across the crowd
Making eye contact while syncing lips
With every mass-produced cure
Forcibly contort into positions I am increasingly too scared to leave
Your pessimism writing itself
The bottled air leaks through what you undoubtedly made
And in your running you're becoming its perpetual prey
But I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so no one does
I don't care and they don't care so
Treat my body like a toy
I'll treat your room like a hotel
And I'll never be a real boy
In second thoughts and might as wells
What's the worst thing left unsaid
As you hijack the cockpit with your lifelong friends
Chasing antipodal city states by barrel rolling west
Zigzag slices through the continent to crumple in your bed
Bearing witness to my sickness and the way it makes you gag
I will raise a hermit kingdom to protect you from my hand
Running through a city on a river to a lake
Just to prove to you how much my hot dog heart can really take
What's the worst thing I could say
When you grip me by the minutes and you're begging me to stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Woodard, Evan Blad, Evan Sekiguchi, Leah Tritabaugh, Max Knutson
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Link
Altri album
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- SCANDINAVIAN WAHHABISM
- I AM THE NEW MEDIA MASTERMIND
- The Bottled Air and Its Perpetual Prey
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- Where Broken Chalk Meets the Semi-Slick Sidewalk (Acoustic Demo)
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