Perfect Penmanship Into It. Over It.

Still seeing double, drawing circles around my eyes
With what does wonders for the wandering mind
No rest, no photographs, no waiting around
When I can just set it off (And set it off and set it off and set it off)
With who controls the longest line

But you left your calling card penciled out in the snow
It's perfect penmanship, two consonants on a well-frosted window
And then my stomach sank, drowning in the alphabet
Your subtle signature's now the white-out on your fingertip

It's you who controls the longest line
It's you who controls the light outside

Sobering illustrations
Primaries stay the same
Sobering illustrations and I'm to blame, but I still say we slow down

Don't you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down
Don't you know we all talk and talk and talk?
Slow down
Don't you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down
Don't you know we all talk?