Lyrics

I'm on all fours crawling 'round on a hardwood floor I'm searching for a contact lens I wish that I could say it's the first time, but I just Fired off a message, said "It happened again." And in between blind scans, I hold my face to my phone And beg the stars that it says that you're typing A couple words of encouragement or at least understanding But, alas, all that I'm reading is nothing I'm focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences Not anymore! I hope it's not too late I hope that you can wait a few more hours 'Til I get home How am I supposed to get through? While I'm here there's not a lot I can do for you How am I supposed to go on? When the porch lights are all off and the shades are all drawn It's a seven minute drive from the mall to the condominium we share without traffic But the tricky thing regarding that metric is that there's literally always traffic I'm carsick I conjure up a primalesque scream from my seat Narrowed in on the hitch of a Tacoma So in the weeds with excuses that I don't even notice That I'm swerving 'cross the lines in the road I'm focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences Not anymore! I hope it's not too late I hope that you can wait a few more hours 'Til I get home Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh Well, it's not quite what you wanted (Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh) But all the I's are dotted Be a pain in the ass to return now that you got it Oh, somehow you've forgotten (Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh) War is over if you want it And it's easy to see (Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh) Throw the caution tape up on it The average human being lives for around eighty years, eighty years (Why're these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive? Modern abrasive, uh huh) Chew on that Get back to me sometime