[Chorus Jon Mess, Tilian] Im sick of twisting the knobs, your little babys a slob I wanna love you but this house aint built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what Ive got I wanna love you but this house aint built for two Im sick of twisting the knobs So where is my sweet love? I think Ive hidden from myself, but theres too many layers I turn my head and cough, like Im calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study? [Verse 1 Tilian] Turn your camera on You dont wanna miss this The way the lighting shifts as it reflects off the water Below the sinking ship I feel your fingertips slipping away Cant shake the feeling now, how far weve fallen down Like our best days are behind us Youre the revisionist and Im the narcissist drifting away [Verse 2 Jon Mess] To my sunstroke, ghost dance, gold corona Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya? Does the manifest dictate to love and honor? Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra? Trust my luck and show my feelings Cross my fingers, cards are dealing Busting out my skull shaped ceiling Hold my fucking body back Im still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations Delusions of grandeur, have some patience Hold my fucking body back [Verse 3 Tilian] I cant predict the future and I cant forget the past Cant focus any longer, desperate to make this last Keep us from going under, wont waste all that we have You called it in November and it burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash [Verse 4 Tilian] Feel the hangover in my mind But this ones a different kind Losing touch with my concept of time My senses are frozen Losing touch with my concept of time My senses are frozen [Chorus Jon Mess, Tilian] Im sick of twisting the knobs, your little babys a slob I wanna love you but this house aint built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what Ive got I wanna love you but this house aint built for two Im sick of twisting the knobs So where is my sweet love? I think Ive hidden from myself, but theres too many layers I turn my head and cough, like Im calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study?
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