New Maneuvers
Drain the urge and I won't feel celibate.
Like all these delicate elegant delegates.
How could a frontman stunt your development?
If you ain't buyin' it ain't nobody sellin' it.
But I feel your pain, I feel that strange exchange.
Stay on the verge and I feel so intelligent.
Like every last relevant killer tent-dweller meant.
How could one man be so un-insignificant?
Binge and purge and singe the word indifferent.
But I feel you pain, I feel that strange exchange.
Let's try some new maneuvers baby.
You tell me to merge, I turn the wheel for the hell of it.
You're livin' the life, but you're dead to me.