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letra de chili - the mild animals

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[verse 1]
sitting in my car, on the bridge, on my way to you
tried to torch too many times; it’s patently fireproof
but the years have gotten heavy; reinforcements will make do
hiccups along the way, these coffee stains, my caving roof

there’s no mistaking, green with envy, someone else has got to you
it’s true: i’m colorblind, mixing up yellows and blues
you can paint my world with color, gray’s something that i’m used to
but your pallet’s a kaleidoscope, you’ll surely change the view

[bridge]
fractals and fractures in my plate gl-ss line of sight
i’m seeing double, but it’s quite alright

[hook]
double yellows try to tell me to take my time
and flashing yellows pay respect to my severed breaklines
awash azure, intersecting hands of clocks
take your time because my heart is racing
my hands are shaking
i wish that time would stop

[verse 2]
abrasive, invasive, integration abberation
pervasive, persuasive thoughts concaving all of my sp-ces
in case of the next catastrophic castigation
i appreciate you mitigating all of my minor cases

there’s a strange forbearance as the walls turn to currents
curtains open to concourse of common concurrence
i ask what’s wrong compulsively like something always has to be
i ask what’s wrong compulsively like something always has to be

[bridge]
fractals and fractures in my plate gl-ss line of sight
i’m seeing double, but it’s quite alright

[hook]
double yellows try to tell me to take my time
and flashing yellows pay respect to my severed breaklines
awash azure, intersecting hands of clocks
take your time because my heart is racing
my hands are shaking
i wish that time would stop

[outro]
a shroud of clouds above me
shouts at the night sky
this cold asphalt below me
keeps me from falling deeper in my mind
this past behind me
not proud of the road that i took here
this crushing doubt ahead of me
i stomp the gas, grip tighter on the wheel

i turn on the stereo
listen to the songs that you hate
and my heartbeat’s slow as the lights say go
i could’ve turned back but it’s much too late
a shroud of clouds above me
shouting words inside of my head
and my eyes feel as heavy as my lead filled feet
when i go to fast forward and i turn it up instead

- the mild animals

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