You hold my handYou hold your liquorProjection screenHad ceased its flickerYou gave me time to takeOf your truthI was starved and you were fullI drove back homeI drove back home, when you got sickerDisputing claims you still held the TV clickerAnd his face was flushed, still in my mindThe waiter you asked if she was mineOohYou need to hideIt's in your frameworkLook me in the eyes and act like I don't know how shame worksYour compass spins in reverseThe trees do timelapse speed growthThe sky is lost behind a sea of greenShe's acting like she knows what's upShe's trip-tripping that devotion stuffBreaking like her bread won't puffShe's sipping, sipping from the holy cupWaking upEveryday is all about doing things you don't want to doBut you're rewardedYou get to wake up
