Faded Paper Figures
piledrive
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Piledrive,
you wrestle me down in no time,
clotheslined,
and onto the ropes where you climb,
and drop, attack, and fall,
our foreheads now collide.
I hit the wall
(but all of itââ¬â¢s implied)
whenever I talk to you,
whenever I talk to you.
Knee strike,
a bicycle kick to my eye,
chairs fly, and ear-splitting words
like goodbye.
My legs, my arms, my heart,
why canââ¬â¢t you see the signs?
We tear apart (but all of itââ¬â¢s implied)
whenever I talk to you.
It feels so real,
I know weââ¬â¢re only wrestling time.
You straight talk, headlock, scissor kick, and low block,
but you feel just fine,
whenever I talk to you,
whenever I talk to you,
whenever I talk to you.