Complex twisting of words to even the score Eyes glare intently in hopes to find a cure ironic sensibilities keep our conversations bleak hiding the venom underneath
Jab, slash, and undercuts - delivered quick and clean Smell of mildew, floor boards groan from age I'm failing at this game of reading your mind
So tell me, what was it you wanted to talk about Because I'm spinning round and round it (you)
The changes that you bring are far and few between Glances we exchange, down halls, and past window panes I'm failing at the game of reading your mind
So tell me, what was it you wanted to talk about Because I'm spinning round and round it (you)
Tragedy, Tragedy Keeps me spinning, keeps me spinning
sitting in my cubicle sweating out the alcohol sucking on my fourth borrowed Tylenol