(For best effect)
So I'm standing in a bullet
Staring down a greasy gun
And I'm rubbing people's shoulders
But I'm miles from everyone.
We're hugging without touching,
Accepting by refusing
And that sound of awkward of silence
Isn't awkward if it's soothing
To the grumpy, grey, old grandma
Who saw the first King Kong
Is she at peace or pissed off with the damp?
Mocked her joints for way too long.
Looking at your eyelids,
If they open it's a danger,
Oh my god: I'm sharing perfect
Eye-to-eye time with a stranger.
We just want to talk, but we are way too scared.
We just want to talk, but there's silence here instead.
We just want to talk, you can never talk enough,
But we can't even talk no more,
So how we s'posed to love?
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