I've been making ends meet
You've let yours end already
We could compare our spite in size
While the room gets our boxing gloves ready
But there's a twenty-five foot distance
And a six foot wall of strangers
Dividing this room in two
I've been making ends meet
You've let yours end already
On a date with Mr. Fidel Castro to boost morale
And keep you steady
M.I.A. on a wall of shipwrecks painted that I can't see
Cause I'll keep my head down
I won't admit this gets to me
You can keep your back turned
I know this gets to you too
But it isn't like I've really thought this through
I've been making ends meet
I've made yours end already
New skin in an old Aesics t-shirt
Which she'll cover up with a hoodie
What if you knew we were all out to get you?
I think you'd say, "I'll keep my head down
I won't admit this gets to me
You can keep your back turned
I know this gets to you too"
In case I haven't gotten through to you
Not a word from anyone around
Not a word from anyone around
A worn out hardwood floor
Dimly lit and hipster covered
Gin and ironic
Only two-hundred decibels too low
But not enough to not hear you say
"What is he doing here?
What is he doing?
What is he doing here tonight?
What is he doing here tonight?"
I'll keep my head down
You can keep your back turned