victor:
these days they pass
like leaves on the interstate
& this state of indecision
leaves me restless

you need a place to rest your head at
well i need a place to rest my heart at

cluttered, confused with all i know
i can't slip like retracted syllables

i'm standing still in a crowd that moves
sweat breaks quick like joints and wrists
and it's like the first time you fucked
fought or fell in love.

it's a seasonal disply of shame, or the feeling
of armageddon (restriction, condemnation)
just to say that it's okay.

brandon:
(i'm standing still in a crowd that moves,
sweat breaks quick like joints and wrists) victor:
these days they pass
like leaves on the interstate
& this state of indecision
leaves me restless

you need a place to rest your head at
well i need a place to rest my heart at

cluttered, confused with all i know
i can't slip like retracted syllables

i'm standing still in a crowd that moves
sweat breaks quick like joints and wrists
and it's like the first time you fucked
fought or fell in love.

it's a seasonal disply of shame, or the feeling
of armageddon (restriction, condemnation)
just to say that it's okay.

brandon:
(i'm standing still in a crowd that moves,
sweat breaks quick like joints and wrists)