your eyes go crossed eyes like mine
you'll regret that when you're older
carefully sturded pride
and a chip on your shoulder
and i think maybe i'm better
i think may be i'm better off
my wit goes limp again
maybe there's something about you
we circle a sanctum
and avoid the lucent break through
take planes and trains and 95 straight up
subdued sentiment
planes and trains and 95 straight up
this just feels fitting
i cross out these memories of sanctity
i cross out this memories, it's a funny thing
i choose this immunity that consumes me
i cross out this memories, it's a funny thing
your eyes open wide
in an open-handed effort
our strong minds can collide
without this vigilance we exert
and i think maybe i'm content
i think maybe i'm complacent
i cross out these memories of sanctity
i cross out this memories, it's a funny thing
i choose this immunity that consumes me
i cross out this memories, it's a funny thing