Runnning In Place At the Edge of the Map Lyrics
Stuck on the couch
Slow sinking down
The room’s getting quiet
There’s dust in my mouth
I fucked up the rice
I cooked it too long
The tv’s alight
The moment’s dissolved
And I know I know I know I know
Was I better then:
When I sang about my dog with my friends?
Can I understand what’s curving away from my hands?
Wasting the day
Painting the scene
Stuck on the ceiling
Repeating
I wanted to speak
I’m just choking now
At the edge of the map
I’m still trying to run out