We Just Spoke - Incisions | Текст песни

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• We Just Spoke
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Tired, so bored and quietly tired
More tired by the minute, more tired by the sentence, we were sentenced to live by the things we do.
Well the snow blew by and the snow blew by, by a bright blue sky, there was nothing to do but barely belong to you.

The car's hot and the knowledge that I should have been walking
It makes me nauseous, it makes me nauseous, I got over feeling awful or got over trying to.
People own my time, yeah, they own my time, so I compromised, as there was nothing to do but barely belong to you.

Stick stick sticky from far too many, far, far too many sweaty, intimate collisions. These intimate decisions are easy when the incision's not deep.
Bet me, bet me someday you'll get me dead-set on settling, whatever that means, whatever that means.

Now my office is perched in between coffee and cotton and I can't stop starting or I can't start stopping. Either I've gotten sloppy or I've thought it all through.
I've never liked being touched, I don't like being touched, at least not that much, but there was nothing to do but barely belong to you.

And there's hardly any comfort or pain in parting, I can't say sorry, no I won't say sorry which makes me feel odd because I always do.
I don't mind being sad, it's not all that bad, if I could just feel bad but there's nothing to do but barely belong to you.

Stick stick sticky from far too many, far, far too many sweaty, intimate collisions. These intimate decisions are easy when the incision's not deep.
Bet me, bet me someday you'll get me dead-set on settling, whatever that means, whatever that means.