How We Land

[Hook: P.O.S.]

We on our own trip, falling in love by the milligram

Pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand

So resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land

So sick, we get to choose when we skip the plan

Pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

Get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can

[Verse 1: P.O.S.]

Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait

Worse things have happened to better people

That's the mantra

The feelings are over with

Sick pout, kissed

But no frown flip

Missed it

We're dealing with oceans

Big fish bigger hooks

No coast, row

But just don't go quiet

Keep them alarms loud, let 'em look

No harm meant friction in the gaze

Stare easy or fade to another place, why stay

Ain't no sense in mending any fences they break

Only taken when there's things to take all away

All of me offered if you ask

But only if you ask

Honesty could cost me all I have

Take it, we stay

[Hook]

[Verse 2: P.O.S]

Stopping the world to creep again

Sleeping where I land, soft

Demons eating, bottom speeding up towards my feet

I'm easily lost

Needing for caution

Fear to exhaust

Escape the dearest to me

Clear for take off

We gone again, Autobahn

Counter all encounters

Cracks in the armor

Home without a doubt

It's a thin line between coded and closed

Cozy in any mode

Long as I'm covered

So long as I'm not exposed

This place is wrong for me

Offer me

All or nothing

All for nothing

Love me not

Watch me closely

Call my bluff and call the shots

Roller coasting off the lot

Out the box busted

But fuck it, it's what I got

So I trust it whether or not

It's on its own trip

[Hook]

[Verse 3: P.O.S]

We're so amused with dismay

Ignore the fuse straight in the flame

We're so amused with dismay

Ignore the fuse

[Justin Vernon]

Fully, fully I'm relying

And your heart legs like a joke

Cut the cable, leave the oaks

I'm the fable, now we choke

Love me baby while you poke

I won't befriend a lie

Seven red glosses embedded in gold washes they said

Motivated mosses are holding over their haunches she said

If more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious

And I hope that scans with your man

[Hook]