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Tug-Scratch-Snap

[Intro] (Rubber cord squeaks: Squeak-tug... Squeak-tug... Nails pick: Scritch-scritch!) Pulled it from the lining of my denim coat. A plastic noose wrapped around my throat. [Verse 1] (Fast, Irritated Staccato Cadence) Crosswalk flashing at seven seconds left, Fingers performing a clumsy little theft. Left earbud twisted round the mic control, Right earbud trapped in a black-hole hole. Scritch with the thumbnail, pull on the seam, Waking up from an easy-commute dream. Why do two cables inside of a coat Tie an anchor to my sinking boat?! [Pre-Chorus] (Pacing Accelerates - Boiling Blood) Pull it left! (tight) It ties up worse! Living underneath an ergonomic curse! [Chorus 1] (Addictive Comedy-Rage Hook) TUG-SCRITCH-SNAP! Loosen up the loop! Dropping my keys in the gutter soup! Two rubber wires choking in a ball, I’m about to kick a hole straight through the wall! (Pull it harder! TUG-SCRITCH-SNAP!) [Verse 2] Bus rolls up and the doors swing wide, I’m standing on the pavement looking horrified. People stepping past me like a broken street sign, While I unravel this plastic line. Finally the knot gives a little rubber pop, Right as the taillights leave the bus stop! [Chorus 2] (Addictive Comedy-Rage Hook) TUG-SCRITCH-SNAP! Loosen up the loop! Dropping my keys in the gutter soup! Two rubber wires choking in a ball, I’m about to kick a hole straight through the wall! [Bridge] (Tension Snaps: Violent yank... quiet click into the headphone jack) I missed the ride... My fingers are raw... PLUG IT IN. (CLIK!) [Chorus 3] (Triumphant Street Stride) SOUND TURNS ON! Shove 'em in my ear! Washing out the anger of the morning clear! Walking down the asphalt in my own damn beat, Even with a knot, the bass is sweet! [Outro] Musik blares in the right ear. Silence in the left. "Wait... the left earbud is dead?!" (Heavy groan).