Call me up, use me up, I'm at your disposal.
Pressed thin, crawling right out of my skin, I can't take much more.
Old lines used to remind us to get together.
Trading eyes, all day and all night, through the passers-by.
Approaching hands, closer we stand, want to "get to know you"
Tell you why I think that you should divide yourself in two.
A social charade of dips in the grade meant to push me closer.
Call me up, please use me up, I'm all yours.
I don't want to push into the dark but you control everything that I do.
Buckling Pressure
Time is torture
Ephemeral, it's nearly over.
Burning flames too cold to maintain, like an old casino.
A peering plane, the public display really says it all.
Fitting us in, tire tracks of skin all across my body
Stripped and seethed, content to concede
I'm all yours
I don't want to push into the dark but you control everything that I do.
Buckling Pressure
Time is torture
Ephemeral, it's nearly over now.
Let them tremble
They will shake out every curtain call.
Nursing every energy to let the curtain fall.
credits
from West Coast Tour 2011 CS,
track released July 8, 2011
Main dogs: James Tyler Haran and Collin Webb
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