I'm the alright between emergency
I met myself in the street and had nothing to say
And you, you've got your face full of voices
And maybe one too many choices
You're so bookstore cautious
And I'm such a violent darn fascist
And we've hung up the picture
To cover the crack made by the fist of last year
In the hindsight of chance
She said she wants to clear the meaning
As if I was really leading
But the broom makes much more dust
Than it could ever sweep up
(Sweep up, sweep up, clean up, oooh)
You treat me like a bookmark
For something that you come back later to
(On the steps, there's still a shadow)
On the steps, there's still a shadow
Let's slow down and check the map
'Cause you know you're really not like that
You drove me home
It seemed so fast in the park
But we don't get what was going on
In the hindsight of chance
My prints are still on the touch-tone dial
And you think one step can take us a mile
You sit there and you wish this was over
While I sit here and wish I wasn't sober
Maybe I meant it once or twice
Or maybe five or twenty times
But you can't say something and mean it otherwise
On your steps, there's still a shadow
I guess I'm an emotional drunk
I've been balling up by your nearest trunk
Why don't you say what you mean
While we're riding on a empty tank of yesterday's gasoline?
You asked for me on a phone of a friend
Going through someone we could never transcend
But my face is so happy to hear your call
While stuttering drove our friendship after all
In the hindsight of chance
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[laughing]
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