Jim:
Synapse broken
A lighthouse in water
Words they stutter
Face the other
Have to sit here and watch you tie your shoe
Have to sit here watch you sing your blues
Calm wind
Take me to your room
Circumstance
Face the bitter soon
No remorse
Show me all of your gloom
Quietly
Take me to your room
You’re the creepiest in this light
Garrett:
I've experienced this all before in different lights, different times, with different outcomes.
I know all the possibilities but I can't for the life of me remember which ones we're smiling.
A hundred and twenty three tiles on the ceiling or at least that's as far as you'll ever let me get.
Do I have to sit here and watch you tie your shoes?
Okay, you have my attention.
Do I have to sit here and hear you sing your blues?
You'll reach up to draw back your blinds.
Let the street lights shine in and watch our silhouettes dance on the walls.
You're creepiest in this light when your face doesn't match your shadow.
You're creepiest in this light when your face doesn't match your shadow.
You're creepiest in this light.
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