wasting time wasting my ways concatenate daylight detonate feel like I'll always be late late to the punchline lines tripping over daytime night time I'm fine then the Sun Burns off the shade I was hiding in you're pissed off I lied again you said you're not as opaque as you think you are I said I just have a hard time being transparent you said that's just your perspective and I felt my bones settled into my body like the floorboards in an old house settle after a long day of doing nothing [angular and polyrhythmic riff loops aggressively] We're two houses just out of sight, neighborhood roads bend like lenses and light every window shows a different version of that night I know you're somewhere close but distance keeps changing its mind sometimes I see your curtains move through somebody else's room sometimes the porch light catches on a house that isn't you and I take the long way home just to arrive at the wrong side of the same street of the same street of the same fucking street and I wonder sometimes does the asphalt know that we'd never meet not in these bodies and never that street again
