Remove a bullet from my head Extracting over confidence Hidden so easy to pretend Too bad the rush was found again I can see the pictures on the floor Sketches of what was there before Three came from one little seed The last one is all I need I can see the bottle on the ground We turned the corner safe and sound No thought of him as it was done A clean execution A clean execution Cool like the ocean Burned like a summer home Fooled by the notion That the sums don't add up at all There's the line that is leading clearly feeding All the things I don't believe in But I'll step in once again Cut in line to get closer To the source of all the things I'll never belong to Step it up and sign right in again Cool like the ocean Burned like a summer home Fooled by the notion That the sums don't add up at all Cool like the ocean Burned like a summer home Fooled by the notion That the sums don't add up at all That the sums never add up at all That the sums don't add up at all
this song reminds me of my anxiety when in crowded rooms and learning to cope with it. to accept it. to even invite it to learn it, to own it. to become its master. its the way to become the master of myself.
"behind the go-through to the bit where you pay" is such a fantastic line that brings back blurry memories of exactly that part of the night. And the bouncers, lol, whether or not to make eye contact (paranoid to risk doing so as pupils huge - certain giveaway) 😃🤪😅
