Harder to Tell

It’s harder to tell
With all this floor
Between the counter and the door
There’s been a filling
Up
Holes in the ceiling
Static
The tv sounds like raining
It’s just us
And the furniture
Problematically you’re smiling
But your teeth aren’t directed at me
Did i walk in on a one on no one
You’re one of those just like me
Problematically you’re smiling
But your teeth aren’t directed at me
Did i walk in on a one on no one
You’re one of those just like me
Nevermind though
That’s what it’s like, right?
Spinning in the morning over beginnings
Forgetting and losing and bruising and the
Winning of attention
Honorable mention
I’ve got dirty hands
Problematically you’re smiling
But your teeth aren’t directed at me
Did i walk in on a one on no one
You’re one of those just like me
Problematically you’re smiling
But your teeth aren’t directed at me
Did i walk in on a one on no one
You’re one of those just like me
Admitting the song
Is plaing along
You can lean back but it won’t be long until you fall back
Regretful and wrecked
So let’s not
Do you love it?
Is this what you want?
Despite all the answers there’s a tendency to question
What’s not even questionable
You’ve got dirty hands