I love to drive on bridges
That go under bridges
Shadows swimming in the pavement
Drifting over the edges
But it just feels comfortable sinking in rivers
Under bridges under bridges under bridges
And I just want to stay there
So I don't confront you, I'm just so passive with it all
I feel it in my head and my stomach
An electric blue
A discomfort I'd rather avoid seeing through
I'll snap like an overused drumstick
To your argument
Or just ignore it
And that's the problem
You come over to tell me
You're not coming over no more
You come over to tell me
Just what I did wrong
Dyed blonde hair
Tied up, with some stragglers
Hanging off the sides of your head
Like our baggage I never mention
I feel it in my head and my stomach
An electric blue
A discomfort I'd rather avoid seeing through
I'll snap like an overused drumstick
To your argument
Or just ignore it
And that's the problem
I would go around in bare feet all the time if I could
Keep the windows open
Let the wind blow the rain through
Let me and the ground soak
Glue my body to my clothes
I sink and I sink but I'm comfortable