Complications Interpol

[Verse 1]
I dream of complications
On and on
That’s how my observation tends
But all preoccupations are suddenly simple
When I let my second nature win

[Pre-Chorus]
What’ll it be
It goes on and on
On the street, hey
It’s like a blindness

[Chorus]
Ties me up again
Won’t be battering windows
Shatter me in my seat
Then a holier thinking
Fires me up again
Won’t be rolling in sinful
Sidling up the street
I’m tryna simplify my scene

[Verse 2]
Dream of combinations
All night long
Round and round a rhythm escapes
Then I’m stuck without no answers
And I’ll be pretending
There’s a surplus of us to be so flagrant