I don't much like this one.
Nothing happened before these low quality recordings were made with a bad mic on a computer with no knowledge of how to make good recordings.
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Lyrics
Those gaps between the slabs of pavement in the sidewalk
are looking more like canyons every day as I walk to class.
They're screwing with my stride.
And your hair is bridging the spaces between the tiles of my bathroom floor,
pulling my threads of thought everywhere.
It's screwing with my mind.
Oh, won't you be waiting for me, while I get it right?
I don't mean to be picky, I just need the stars to align,
'Cause there's a tap, tap, tap, tap, right inside of my head
Where life should be but hair resides instead.
Now I, like Sisyphus, am struggling without any hope of resolving these
tasks that occupy all of my time.
It's screwing with my sleep.
But I thought that I should be happy as I strive,
or did the man writing of Sisyphus lie?
Oh, won't you be waiting for me, while I get it right?
I don't mean to be picky, I just need the stars to align,
'Cause there's a tap, tap, tap, tap, right inside of my head
Where life should be but hair resides instead.
And your hair is bridging the spaces between the tiles of my bathroom floor,
pulling my threads of thought everywhere.
