The Russian Futurists - Glowsticks Lyrics

I might have caught feelings just in case you don't notice
The only way we work is in the dark like a glowstick
We're meant to be together, baby girl and you know this
When we're hanging out we get it crackin' like glowsticks
You might have caught feelings just in case you don't notice
The only way we work is in the dark like a glowstick
We're meant to be together, baby girl and you know this
When we're hanging out we get it crackin' like glowsticks

I hate being complacent,
Vacant, inundated with softness how
Everything i do's aimless
Gainless without being painless now
It's gold silver and stainless
It's a cover for brainlessness and loud
And you can claim that it's reckless
Bet this; that this is a field to plow

You tell me that it's pointless, quit stressing, start counting your blessings, sir
Development arrested, time tested, it's a salient message too
You can reach out and grab it it, that's real and all we had is a blur
You'll disappoint everybody, but that's what you're doomed to do

I might have caught feelings just in case you don't notice
The only way we work is in the dark like a glowstick
We're meant to be together, baby girl and you know this
When we're hanging out we get it crackin' like glowsticks
You might have caught feelings just in case you don't notice
The only way we work is in the dark like a glowstick
We're meant to be together, baby girl and you know this
When we're hanging out we get it crackin' like glowsticks

I can't help but write about you, and i doubt you'll notice through
This half-romantic, half-frantic 'cause I'll always be your fool
My locked jaw and tightened mouth, I take pills talk shite and write about us
And act jealous about it, though it's hellish to be so crushed
I really like the old you, the new you's the cold you, you're so morose
Without a candle to hold to, I'm a beached ship, lost in a coat of rust
I hate that I'm complacent
Vacant inundated with softness how
Everything i do' s aimless
Gainless without being painless now
It's gold silver and stainless
It's a cover for brainlessness and loud
And you can claim that it's reckless
Bet this, that this is a field to plow