Best Friends - Tristan Konkle

Docile and ready to connect to your controlled smile Your eyes don't match up with your grin You try to model all that there is left of your face Meanwhile, there's been a murder at the home They found no body, just the bones They found a mummy left alone Docile and just about to snap I didn't hit him in the head Had no idea he'd be dead Another bloody Sunday afternoon Here alone in the backrooms I've been controlling my convictions under supreme superstition I think you know what I know And it's the end of it all Hostile and ready to compete I crave destruction for defeat Technology that's obsolete I cannot fathom the way that you see me The way you use your faint heartbeat to illustrate the debt of me Don't you take my life away I heard you say I have been so good today I swear I'll change Don't you take my life Another bloody Sunday afternoon Here alone in the backrooms I've been controlling my convictions under supreme superstition I think you know what I know And it's the end of it all