we keep our heads down just on separate streets in different bedrooms under separate sheets with different headphones we nod our heads to same beats sink into different poets till the words give you the creeps because the truth is it s all been getting to me it s just a little to uncanny for me to believe so just keep writing the same songs send them all to me and i ll keep walking around this town with my heart on my sleeve someday some way we ll make this end this is the fourth time that i have been here today head stuck in the clouds searching for something to say we re living parallel lives just under different names you just pick up all the bad habits i have learned to evade this is the one two three fourth time that i ve been here today eyes glued to the ground searching for something to say just give him four more lines yeah than he ll be okay fucked and numb to the world but yeah who isn t today