The Matches
The Matches - From 24C songtekst
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Has she been feigning sleeping? Framing sheep and all alone? Downslide on the sidewalk, I'm a distant ring Out of body, out of body, Pick me up, oh answer me I just hurry over Worried sick And hoping, sick. Gates are courting airplanes, and clocks divorcing ticks Before I left, thought I'd see you At the show, you didn't show Didn't message, didn't call You didn't know, didn't you know? I'm a liar too Uh huh, that's why I think I understand you Someone from your building holds for me a door I'm in your lobby, your elevator I'm on your floor, the second floor I can hear you now With my ear pressed to the paint You're playing that cassette tape That you took from me to take to Iowa And that was near three years ago Now I'm back up in that moment Playing that yardsale Casio I sang to you from a red room (Together we'll grey, grey, grey) Does he sing to you as well? Much better, most would say I hear him laughing But I prefer this to the silence When your lips are sealed against his Or he fills your thighs with kisses Or just for instance He's clawing your fat, Pushing your breaths into the mattress You'll love a good many men, mmhmm And loving me ain't gonna stop all of them Like Adam we are flawed In the image of our gods Of our fathers, who never bothered To consider they were not the only ones (Faith, ohhh...) Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies we need Then to be faithful is to be truthless But that's more than I need to say Oh just don't run off and get married And I'll surely be okay 'Cause I love you They'll love a good many yous Gotta go now Pack my suitcase Glad that you're okay, And I love you, happy birthday, See you in sixteen days.