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Bait - The Little Hands Of Asphalt
There's disillusion on my breath tonight
That's probably how I pulled you in
I know the slaying is inevitable
But I never know where to begin
The deep water swallowed us
And we talked until we got the bends
About love in the modern world
With the awkwardness of passing friends
Eventually I shrugged it off
Maybe that's how I feel
But you don't seem offended by the fact that
I have kept you here as bait for something real
They've discovered the volume knob
I bet the neighbors are seeing red
But my friend she's reading Carouac
So there's no way we'll be going to bed
The effects are spreading fast
Hardly care when you leave
Once I find a net to use
Better shoes nerves of steel
New ways to feel
Soon reveal you're bait for something real
