your eyes go crossed eyes like mine you ll regret that when you re older carefully sutured pride and a chip on your shoulder and i think maybe i m better i think may be i m better off my wit goes limp again maybe there s something about you we circle a sanctum and avoid the lucent break through take planes and trains and 95 straight up subdued sentiment planes and trains and 95 straight up this just feels fitting i cross out these memories of sanctity i cross out this memories it s a funny thing i choose this immunity that consumes me i cross out this memories it s a funny thing your eyes open wide in an open handed effort our strong minds can collide without this vigilance we exert and i think maybe i m content i think maybe i m complacent i cross out these memories of sanctity i cross out this memories it s a funny thing i choose this immunity that consumes me i cross out this memories it s a funny thing