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If You Talk To Symbol/Hostility VoyeurIf you talk to Symbol, tell her I've moved onI'm ghosting her 'cause I want it to be over We had our laugh, we had our smile I guess I know that I'm wrong If she asks, tell her I'm back at home Mostly alone in disruptive thinking Erasing plans, erasing us I guess I know that I'm wrong When things are too nice for too long I lose myself, I lose my what's good Want to lash out, want to blow things up again I want to blow them up now I want to blow them up again When we made love, I gave you a pet name That didn't mean I wanted you to be my dog Needing someone is such a weakness I guess I know that I'm wrong When things are too nice for too long I lose myself, I lose what's good Want to lash out, want to blow things up again I want to blow them up now I want to blow them up again If you talk to Symbol, tell her I've moved on I'm ghosting her 'cause I want it to be over Needing someone is such a weakness I guess I know that I'm wrong I guess I know that I'm wrong Thinking of you in the anarchist zone Shooting rockets at a drone Trigger bombs with your flip phone Kissing girls of broken glass Washing off the sarin gas Kill the rats, close the gates Erase the United States From your head From your head, your head Alone again, with the letter never sent And me like a swan with a broken neck who keeps singing Even though anyone would hate to hear its song I read the letter aloud and then burn it Guess I know way too much now to unlearn it Teach yourself how to make love and then earn it (Teach yourself how to make love and then earn it) See me spark a personality flair Breeding a style nobody would wear I'm such a mongrel, I don't really care (I'm such a mongrel, I don't really care) Thine eyes say "God, I'm not into this yet" Thine eyes say "kitty fly into my net" It's all being recorded, how could we forget (It's all being recorded, how could we forget) I've been in the cache where your memories are stored It's shocking how little in life we're adored If we weren't filming ourselves, we'd get bored (If we weren't filming ourselves, we'd get bored) There is no anger, no I'm not as fragile as before I've decided not to be a voyeur of this war Alone again, with the letter never sent And me like a swan with a broken neck who keeps singing Even though anyone would hate to hear its song... |