Captive Audience - Say Anything

These undulating undertones

Keep me glued to you

As you walk me to the iron heart bushwick

The spot where your sleeve rides up is the horizon

This push and pull

So damn rehearsed

This metric thud thud thud

It goes off time

I’m just shivering lard beneath these shards

As we trail off from the bar

It’s time for you to make a move

You make me sick

It’s all for you

No need to cleanse

No common sense

Just you my captive audience

Time for you to make a move

You make me sick

It’s all for you

No need to cleanse

No common sense

Just you my captive audience