I’ve pulled it up
From the root and far beneath me
Solid enough
Give me anything, please
I’ve seen it happen
You forget your words without me
Poisoned and unlucky
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Photograph of a cyclone
A spirit moving cycles
Masterpiece destroyer of what’s in front of me
Old machine, headlock
Wasting hours in outlaw country
Sing the anthem absentmindedly
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
You lay down to sleep, dreaming
Treading careful, God, you look so evil
Letting some big monster in the room
And you can’t mean it
No one talks like that without their reasons
Pardon my affliction, won’t you?
Like, that’s the worst you’ve ever heard
And I go quiet when you’re mean to her
Sit there wordless like you do, oh
God awful without permanence
I convince myself to need you
Circling the corner of the room, oh
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
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