Pulses. - Plastiglomerate

Smash the record, let em sing
Leave them all wondering
What could have been
Overrated amnesty
Undesired apathy
Overt and obscene
Give me something to remember
Give me something tangible
Yesterday was a day too late
Tomorrow isn't guaranteed
Strangers become confidants
Deepened trust, but not quite deep enough
Deeper and deeper, yeah, this one's a sleeper
I don't need to know, I don't need to
Sweep up the streets for you to play keeper
I'm already accident prone
I said it in three words, you know I still feel her
Everything's peachy, yeah, everything's fine
These holes in my t-shirt prove I'm a believer
And my cover's blown
You don't owe me an explanation
'Cause the hand you dealt me was surely laced with
Poisoned intentions, never been so sure
The very thing that's killing me, also the cure
Denial and false hope
Tactile and morose
Well, I guess you were right all along
My restraints were tied so much tighter
And when they break, when they break
My wrists will surely break with them
There's not much left for me to say
Not much left to hear anyway
So listen up, listen up, listen up
Deeper and deeper, yeah, this one's a sleeper
I don't need to know, I don't need to
Sweep up the streets for you to play keeper
I'm already accident prone
I said it in three words, you know I still feel her
Everything's peachy, yeah, everything's fine
These holes in my t-shirt prove I'm a believer
And my cover's blown
Knuckles are pasty, go stupid, go crazy
Communicating has gotten so lazy
Tear drops acidic break my sleeping sickness
Homies all witness, I'm tested like litmus
I found where I'm supposed to be
Locked up, I finally found the key
Making my actions more precise
I'll try to take my own advice
I couldn't have done this by myself

Written by:
Matt Burridge

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