!koth feed Style: Cave folk, experimental, cinematic You laid the two things on the table one still warm, one already cold asked me plainly which I'd rather like it's a coin that I get to keep I've been carrying them both so long one in each hand, arms going numb never thought I'd have to open either fist and let one drop There's a door I keep half-closing never all the way through a bet I keep not making because standing still feels safer than losing still secondary to instrumental hook] Head or heart, pick one and mean it head or heart, you say it's simple but I built a house with two front doors and I don't know which one's mine anymore head or heart You want the answer clean as weather something you can plan a day around but I've got reasons wearing feelings and feelings dressed up as my reasons Maybe that's the whole deception maybe I've never had to choose maybe every time I stalled I was choosing — just choosing to lose If I said heart, would you believe me knowing half of it's still lies if I said head, would that just prove it that I left the truer half behind Head or heart, pick one and mean it you're not wrong for finally asking but I built a house with two front doors and I'm still standing in the hallway head... or heart
