Hit Lyrics

a conversation after a long day of sidewalk aggrivations
the sky was loveless from the ground up
she's like neon signs and coffee
special personalities
television education
mechanical romance

hit me in the forehead
a missle misdirected
is a pain which is protection
against ever becoming part of the painfully obvious problem
obviously
you, me, someone, somebody
has their fingers crossed instinctually

a conversation about forgetting what it's like to be touched falling asleep on your stomach
sharing dreams of acidic indigestion
we question in the morning
is this nauseous rendition of life
beyond this position

hit me in the forehead
a missle misdirected
is a pain which is protection
against ever becoming part of the painfully obvious problem
obviously
you, me, someone, somebody
has their fingers crossed instinctually

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