Wires

We'll just end the show and we'll be banging

And I'm listening to frequencies

That tumble out my shaky tongue

The lost boy in a coloured bathroom

Listening to no one

I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom

I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom

You just can't stare

With wires hanging everywhere

You just can't stare

With wires hanging everywhere

In the backlight I'll leave a note to sell all of my older things

And take them to a thrift shop

That holds the past, and germs

That tumble down into a jacket pocket

No one thinks to wash it there

That stupid old jean jacket pocket

No one seems to wash it there

Cause you know everything

You see everything

You know everything

You see everything