Perfect Penmanship

Still seeing double, drawing circles around my eyes

With what does wonders for the wandering mind

No rest, no photographs, no waiting around

When I can just set it off (And set it off and set it off and set it off)

With who controls the longest line

But you left your calling card penciled out in the snow

It's perfect penmanship, two consonants on a well-frosted window

And then my stomach sank, drowning in the alphabet

Your subtle signature's now the white-out on your fingertip

It's you who controls the longest line

It's you who controls the light outside

Sobering illustrations

Primaries stay the same

Sobering illustrations and I'm to blame, but I still say we slow down

Don't you know we all talk too loud?

Slow down

Don't you know we all talk and talk and talk?

Slow down

Don't you know we all talk too loud?

Slow down

Don't you know we all talk?

You left your calling card, now penciled out in the snow

You set it off (And set it off and set it off and set it off)

No rest, no photographs, no waiting around when I know

You set it off (And set it off and set it off)