I'm calling a truce, I'm calling a truce
Between me and you
I can accept the smack
But can’t respect bruise
A darker blue
It’s no use, I'm not by your side
We compare, contrast, complain, and refuse to reply

Too proud, but I can’t pretend
To keep looking the oth

Chipped paint, Carroll's gonna turn into dust
An old saint, a silver surface worn into rust
From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust
To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride
A u-lock (some entitlement to keep by your side)
A felt pen

Mouth closed, I couldn't hear myself
Take a moment for urgent matters
You leave questions, but kept your voice down
Always shooting for something louder
You waited all month to speak up
Face to face to make for lost time

By design, well, can you hear yourself
It's t

I spoke out of turn, but spoke to fix this mess
I’ve got a funny way of getting things off my chest
I built the fire and it still burns

I spoke out of turn, I spoke at your expense
I’ve got a funny way of dealing with my regrets
Despite my timing, I'm still concerned

Stockholm
You're like a kaleidoscope
You're flickering on and off so slow
As I can rotate the room

To frame this right
Two rivers of iridescent light
And a balcony oversight in the security codes

To see that I've seen you have a better time
I'm barely believin

I’ll be dressed to kill
I’ll hang you from the rafters
I’ll burn this fucking house down
I’ll leave no survivors

So, hey, wait up!
Where do you think you’re going?
I’ve got some teeth to gnash
A couple tires to slash
And a body that's due for burning
These a

I can't see straight
I ball my hands into fists
Electric current, but I guess I should get used to it
This city won't let you care for a goddamn thing

Windows out, glass on ground
If no one is watching, then this won't make a sound
The frequent frequencies I left behind

Just a pretty little time stamp
Left behind
A burnt match, the light of our lives
Casts a net or cuts the corners
It's over, we lied, long drives, now 9 to 5s
Good ideas make way for better ones
It’s a key to the cell
Chords and commas we should put on the shelf
B

Do you ever yearn to be alone?
Because I could hate everyone, if anyone was here
I’ve made it known, that my intentions can be menacing
Without often saying anything

My best is when I'm at my worst
Reduced to fake a smile that works
My best is when I'm at my worst
R

A red line, a welcome home
Dropped the signal but held your breath
Sprayed the paint and human fumes
Left a message and raised the rent

Hold your breath
Hold your breath

The eyesores are moving in
Hop the pavement and jump the fence
Day to day and door to door

I would like to thank Pet Symmetry for their music

I've got this feeling from the walls
They shift me
I've got this feeling from the walls
They've been turning me out

We turn in circles, then the walls redirect me
I've found my calling from the walls
They've been calling me out
I've earned expressions from the walls

I'll stop when the night starts
Like some confusing place
These lines are blurring, bleeding eye sockets, slurring
I'm calling off dive bars
I wasn't built for this
I've got the patience, but my form's getting reckless

How come I'm a wreck? I'm dying to call you up

I’ll stop when the night starts
Like some confusing place
These lines are blurring, bleeding eye sockets, slurring
I'm calling off dive bars
I wasn't built for this
I’ve got the patience, but my form’s getting reckless

How come I'm a wreck? I'm dying to call you up

Let out a cloud of smoke and sunk down
The empty void you left created the songs we sing and we sing them now
We float through space and time, we float on
So unsettled, as if we've settled every single soul
Now you're gone

Dreaming on the couch again
Legs are stretching

Hard pressed between the bus
You’ve thrown me under and the pavement that you wander on
While you sing along to your own devices
Maybe if I close my eyes I can simply forget you’re here
It’s just too bad I can’t also close my ears

You carry on (and on and on) like a goddamn

You've got a lot to learn about patience and respect
And here I kept my cool just to watch you storm out mad instead
Advocation's place reserves the space behind results
It's a long night on a longer street
It's a dark stare on some colder feet

So if you're real enough with

Bust through the front door, feet on the first floor
I'll check my compass for the first time today
Smokes on the back porch
We're facing true north, illuminated while our debt's getting paid
Second verse, different from the first

Hold music dial tones, cellular telephones,

I'm careful not to move your afternoon of baking in the Sun
Your twelve's my thirty-two
It's two before your day has just begun
Lay low, it's do not disturb, I know
This kind of quiet always shakes me
Lay low, it's do not disturb, I know
Well, I know
Well, I know

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With no warning, you quit
Grabbed the cash, bought a flight, and just split
If unhappy, then what made you wait
To finally speak up in the desert's heat?
Well, I know

We don’t desire what you deserve
Where this begins and ends in Western Texas
Is where you and I got