i know that this might sound strange,
but i can't think of a better way to say that if i could find the words i'd tear them out of my throat
and crush them into your eyes
so i wrote myself a list of things that i've been meaning to say
i forced them out of my head, but i can't find your eyes
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you
a walk is all that i need;
this ambiguity feels like a knife in me
sixteen blocks without any thanks,
i feel that i think the cannons and tanks
all of these wars that i try to explain get defused so many times so i play with my shoes,
i've learned to untie them with my eyes
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you
call it a truce, crush them out of my life