Carriage
If anythingIt should have been a better thingFrom underneath you staring at the ceilingThere’s another world of chocolate bars and baseball cardsThat hides inside of all this tension that I¹m feelingBut it’s all inside of you
Surprise SurpriseI miss your hairYou miss my eyesAnd all this solitude is my confidence erodingSo we slide inside of someone’s mouth and someone’s eyesUntil there’s the sound of something intimate explodingBut it’s all inside of you
I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilizedAnd then you wouldn’t have this evidence congealingSurprise SurpriseAnother pair of lips and eyesAnd that is the consequence of actually feelingIt was all inside of you