(S&M) Things I Can’t Even Talk About x … x Simple Things (6.7) (Mashup) (6.0)

[singer A] Maybe it was Tinder Could’ve been Grindr Who knows She walked in like a rumor Lip gloss Ripped black hose Maybe it was Tinder or Grindr Either way there was plenty of fish I feel like it was a set up With the camera and the lights And the blacked out windows And the plastic on the floor She laughed like she’d read my secrets Took my phone Tossed it on the couch Said, “Tonight You won’t need it” Then turned my whole world inside out She did things to me I can't even talk about Damn near put me in a wheelchair She's got an appetite that ain't right Damn near broke me as a man [transition] [singer B] Simple things, yeah, simple things Keep you from spinning out Simple things, the real, true things Turn the noise down, let it out Simple things, just simple things They ain't flashy, but they hold Simple things, the only things Steady hands in the cold You keep a cracked phone face-down on the table Names stacked up there, but you’re never really able Half a cup of coffee gone cold by noon Same old jacket, same old tune Simple things keep a body moving A spoon, a key, a small bit of proving But every quick fix leaves a deeper bruise And you keep on walking like you never lose [transition] [singer A] [Pre-Chorus] Polaroids face-down on the dresser Her name written in somebody else’s hand She said, “I get bored under pressure” Then traced every line on my back like sand [Chorus – A x B] She did things I can’t even talk about Got me biting my tongue Lights out, mind loud If I told you half You’d still say I’m leaving stuff out She did things to me I can't even talk about Grown man brought down to his knees Strapped up and whipped up I'm telling you it was all fucked up [transition] [singer B] I watched you stare at the TV, sound off Hands in your lap, knee jumping like a loose screw Piece by piece of a plan you never got to Keys in the bowl, clock ticking right through you You don’t need a sermon, you need a schedule One clean morning that doesn’t fight back at you Need the sink unclogged, need the rent on time Need the small stuff lined up and right Simple things don’t stay simple long When you let them pile up too long You can fake calm for a couple of days Then the whole damn house starts showing its ways [bridge] Maybe it’s not some grand repair Not a clean break, not a brand-new prayer Maybe it’s the coat on the hook by the door The bills in a stack you can’t ignore Nothing magic, nothing loud Just enough to pull you out When your head gets tight and your ribs feel sore Start with the thing right next door [transition] [singer A] Made me dress up in leather, strap me down To a pegboard, feeling sore as a man She says it's her turn, you damn right that's the plan She done brought me to my knees Maybe S&M's not for me But truth be known I still tipped twenty-five percent 'Cause the madam's got Apparently what I need She's bringing the freak out in me I know something's the hell wrong Next week I start my OnlyFans I think I found a new way, I ain’t gay She called it foreplay, had me yelling no way Just a peggin’, peggin’ away [transition] [singer B] Try the little things, the plain old keys Dishwater heat and folded tees Try the walk to the store without the headphones blasting Try saying what you mean without overcasting No big speech, no hero move Just a small reset in a rented room The kind of change nobody claps for The kind that keeps you off the floor Simple things, they know your name They pull you back when you start to fray And if you let them, they can hold you through The mess you made and the mess you do [Outro] Zip up. Step out. Count floorboards, one by one. Turn the knob, don’t look back. Hear the kettle click. Pocket the key. Let the porch light hum. One foot, then the other. That’s how the day comes in.