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Flowers For My Brain (Dear and the Headlights)

We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from all my mixed up meditations Trying to straighten out my spine It's been folding in the moments that I need it I'm obsessing over finish lines Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me Said I remind you of a joke I think you might actually me on to something There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain And I still pull my hands past your ribcage Hoping my movements might find their place at your side For as long as you'd like And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress Glowing in radiant madness Certain of all we're become Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout [x2]