mixed signals, and crossing paths
my crossing eyes
and your television snow screens
and its just electric shocks and static cling
when im here
i can balance my fingers footsteps across this static way
and you shock me
and you hold me
and im stuck
youve got me like a hidden jezebel
youve got me like some secret horror
that you dont want the rest to know that youre watching
night falls
and theres a slip and a shift in my blankets
and you shock me awake to your fuzzy brown eyes
lazily splayed open under a blanket of smoke, and ash, and liquid
daylight comes
and im fuzzy now.
for you....
just dust off your screens,
just shock yourself on me for once
change me
recieve me
watch me with that foggy glare
we cant change time zones,
and i cant change my mind
so press me, push me
adore me
or just change the channel.
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life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
my crossing eyes
and your television snow screens
and its just electric shocks and static cling
when im here
i can balance my fingers footsteps across this static way
and you shock me
and you hold me
and im stuck
youve got me like a hidden jezebel
youve got me like some secret horror
that you dont want the rest to know that youre watching
night falls
and theres a slip and a shift in my blankets
and you shock me awake to your fuzzy brown eyes
lazily splayed open under a blanket of smoke, and ash, and liquid
daylight comes
and im fuzzy now.
for you....
just dust off your screens,
just shock yourself on me for once
change me
recieve me
watch me with that foggy glare
we cant change time zones,
and i cant change my mind
so press me, push me
adore me
or just change the channel.
------------------
life is pain, buttercup...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.
