And you're listening to frequencies
That tumble out my shaky tongue
The lost boy in the coloured bathroom
Listening to no one
I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom
I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom
We just can't stare
With wires hanging everywhere
You just can't stare
Wires hanging everywhere
In the backlight I'll leave a note to sell all of my older things
And get them to a thrift shop
That holds the past, and germs
That tumble down into a jacket pocket
No one thinks to wash it there
A simple old jean jacket pocket
No one seems to wash it there
'Cause you see everything
You know everything
You see everything
You know everything
And I am always laying on your floorboards
Waking you up
I'm always in your bedroom
Shaking in love
And I'm always on your floorboards
Waking you up
Shaking in love
