Deadlines (Thoughtful)

I am not awake

I am not asleep

I am not so shallow

I am not that deep

Do you wanna dance?

Someone shut the door

On the losing side

Of some sort of war

He said, "I'd like to do this for a living

But I don't know how"

Wild, uncommercial

Sleeping on a leash

There was a predestined set of symbols

Ticking into place, a prom queen crowned in the background

Stepping out of frame, a pair of hands took me to your face

Your eyes held me

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

No more reflection

Swearing all I see is you

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

I think I'm on to something

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

Shut up

Shut the fu-

Oh, compassion

It's transforming me into

Shut, shut up

Hey