What if each of us were both of us?
What if each would bend the rules for the two?
Maybe break a small few
Maybe I'll shut up...
In a track suit like a Tenenbaum
Probably still hurt from daddy stuff too
I'm stretching it for you
Maybe I'll shut up
If every ankle war meant just
A little more
And all those signals in the yard
Felt more clear
Of all the dispshits in your life
Could I waste away your time
A little more?
What if all this shit was nothing but
My imagination working to soothe
The sting of the real truth?
I'm bracing, but
Could all the ankle wars mean just
A little more
If all those signals in the yard
Felt more clear?
Of all the dispshits in your life
Could I waste away your time
A little more?