Slouch Dance Gavin Dance

[Verse 1: Jon Mess, Tilian]
What a feeling when I'm feeling the feel for real
I'm over woke and flipping a table
I shed a tear and then appear in the mirror
Still here, but blasted out through pineal cable
Sand trap, the only path is still under construction
Same vein, but different textures
An infinite selection

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Mess]
I'm finna whip my hip out my frame
Twist bone that hooks through the braid
Loops lonely needs a twin action
Fast enough to flip back the attraction

[Chorus: Tilian]
I hide away, pacing back and forth
Some vanity is what I need
But I'm stuck slouching
I lie awake when all my dreams fall short
Of everything that I could be
If I stopped slouching

[Verse 2: Tilian, Jon Mess]
Come back to my range
If you can't hang you know I won't change
She'd be a model if you gave her some time
She'll spin the bottle if you give her a sign
I can see it and it's audibly wobbly
Tastes just like a can of broccoli
Fishin' hook like slimy apostrophe
One letter missing 'tween two monstrosities