Tension's up like fists in a fight
You should've called me
It would've meant something
This is my mind on your recorder
This is my soul that, that you're hearing
I used to have my own songs
If I don't mind
Then this problem remains my own
Thinking out loud
Just makes you turn away
Your silence is crushing
All I want, animal
Damn, we're fragile and wrong
With all of the things you know
With that little grace you show
Just send a list of instructions to the factory
And when it returns we'll embrace it
Only if it's gold, only if it's gold
It's sickening in stereo
If I don't mind
Then this problem remains my own
Well holding things down
Just makes you turn away
Your silence is crushing
All I need, animal

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