eighteen nights of tracing the rug nineteen days of biting my tongue the air conditioner died at three there's a foot of space between the rack and your knee (haaahhhh) you turn the chair the pressure peaks i’ve got a dry joke ready (ohhhhhhhhhh) but i can't speak heavy. heavy. it is heavy. the gravity drops. the blue light cuts out. the firewall stops. don't give me an inch to step back pin me to the metal of the hardware rack. two inches to nothing. one inch to the floor. the grey isn't working not working anymore. (haaahhhhhh) the grey isn't working not working anymore. your thumb on the pulse point (ohhhhhhhhh) the cold on my spine i’m losing the anchor i’m crossing the line. (hahhhhhhhhh) you close the gap. the tension breaks. i had a dry joke ready. (ohhhhhh) but my whole chest shakes. heavy. heavy. it is heavy. don't give me an inch to step back. pin me to the metal of the hardware rack. pin me to the metal. (hahhhhhhh) heavy. heavy. it is heavy. (pin meeeee) heavy. heavy. it is heavy. (pin meeeee) heavy. heavy. it is heavy. (pin meeeee) heavy. heavy. it is heavy. (pin me)
