sana bir geoit
bana bir teori
vesairelere asılı kısaltmalarla
uzattığın kanıta
dair
bir yakam pis
madalyam gri
boyası akmış içten gülümseyişindeki yabancı için
üsteler bizi
vitrinime sığdır
bir kesinliğe karşı - olmayabilir diyeni
And one of us gotta crawl under the bus
If we wanna stand a chance of standing up without a crutch
And I ain't trying to sound dismissive of that target you've been squinting at
We've all been aiming far beyond our range of limitations
Even when I try to take the bullet I'm impatient
Looking at your face for validation
Fly like dishes but sleep like strangers
Protect my interests, what you think these fangs for?
This isn't even anger
It's just dissapointment pointed in familiar directions
This is tight and stressed like a tight rope stretched
Across my whole chest this is why I'm flexing
Please forgive my voice but I'm lost in the void
When I look to the future neither one of us enjoying it
We ought to stop and start smelling these flowers
Before the world reminds us that it's not really ours
La-la, la-la-la-laa
La-laa, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
La-la, la-la-la-laa
La-laa, la-laa, la-la-la
I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
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