Cross Eyed

Your eyes go crossed eyes like mine

You'll regret that when you're older

Carefully sutured pride

And a chip on your shoulder

And i think maybe i'm better

I think may be i'm better off

My wit goes limp again

Maybe there's something about you

We circle a sanctum

And avoid the lucent break through

Take planes and trains and 95 straight up

Subdued sentiment

Planes and trains and 95 straight up

This just feels fitting

I cross out these memories of sanctity

I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing

I choose this immunity that consumes me

I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing



Your eyes open wide

In an open-handed effort

Our strong minds can collide

Without this vigilance we exert

And i think maybe i'm content

I think maybe i'm complacent

I cross out these memories of sanctity

I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing

I choose this immunity that consumes me

I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing