Why?:
America's a blinding place for nightlife.
The highlights: america's a binding place
And i might tangle you in your own fists
Like two hundred feet of blank tape in a tree.
And i might pound you,
Put it on you like a sweater
With the sleeve holes sewed shut
When you're trying to swim.
And i might treat you like a wall i walk by
With my headphones on and my eyes all gone.
Or polish you, shine your ego
Like windexing a mirror.