[03:13.00]Cotton preshrunk displays games we play
[03:13.00]Colors run and colors fade
[03:13.00]I can't pick a side to pick a fight on
[03:13.00]It's more of me than I am of it
[03:13.00]I can't win, I can't win, I can't win
[03:13.00]I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't
[03:13.00]Now my tongue has tangled me toothless
[03:13.00]And we don't have a thought between us
[03:13.00]In this one light room in this neon museum the walls itch in closer
[03:13.00]I remember every conversation
[03:13.00]I remember everything, I forgot to have
[03:13.00]Starchy retort scripted questions, I never cared to ask about
[03:13.00]Starchy product scripted people, I never asked to care about
[03:13.00]I can't win, stretch
[03:13.00]My skin was shrinking when she told me don't worry honey
[03:13.00]You can't look at the sky without looking right through it
[03:13.00]You can't look at the sky without looking right through it
[03:13.00]You can't look at the sky without looking right through it
[03:13.00]You can't look at the sky without looking right through