avante garde boy band song

pulling back from me she whispers but i don’t quite make it out.
what she says. she won’t repeat it.
off the wall and down the hall and written in the blown out stalls.
what she says. i feel defeated.

pillbox and missed calls and her bed still covered with her dolls.
anyway you see it. can’t be repeated.
kicked cans and ashy trans follow you home and touch your hand.
anyway i need it. can’t feel defeated.

may i interject a little dis to your respect
and say that i can come. to believe it.
sucking on a cube of ice in polar lands that now grow rice.
for those that need it. it’ll be repeated.

anyway you go they want you to lay low. and i feel.
many ways it’s not the same, just closed the door. when i came.
what she says and what she does, doesn’t seem to matter much.
bop, bop, bop. you can’t believe it.

caller id is on the mend and i think that i could use a friend.
anytime i need it. i can repeat it.
saved inside a special box and things i bought and all is lost.
anytime i need it. i can’t repeat it.

well you are the special sauce the one good thing that’s always lost.
anytime i need it. can’t be deleted.
connect a string from me to you and maybe then you’d find me too.
anytime i need it. will you relieve it.

anyway you go they want you to, you know. feel it.
many ways to play the game, just close your eyes. it’ll look the same.
what she says and what she does, doesn’t seem to matter much.
bop, bop, bop. you can’t believe it.

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