Aisle (Or Window)

[Verse 1]

Mouth closed, I couldn't hear myself

Take a moment for urgent matters

You leave questions, but kept your voice down

Always shooting for something louder

You waited all month to speak up

Face to face to make for lost time

[Verse 2]

By design, well, can you hear yourself

It's the pot calling the kettle

You raise wages for raising eyebrows

And expressions I'll never settle on

Waiting all month to speak up

Face to face, you wasted my time

[Bridge - Outro]

You're still answering defeat

(Aisle or window seat)

The more things change, the more always seems to forever stay the same