On Avoiding People
We Cut Corners
GENRE Oh, oh, ah, oh
Oh, oh, ah, oh
Oh, oh, ah, oh
I know I annoyed you
I tried to avoid you
Even though we had already locked eyes
Early intervention, a change of direction
Forever between, she'll be feigning surprise
(Oh, ah, oh) (x4)
You went from being dark horse to being a spent force
In the space of what seemed like a day and a night
Heaven forbid, we might have to depend on
The kindness of strangers in the absence of light
I transcended my station
I had notions of being self-made
But I hit a bit of a setback
And it set me back about a decade
If you weren't such a cynic
You might understand this
When I killed you with my kindness
Did I blind you with my blandness?
(Oh, oh, ah, oh) x4
I hate to ignore you
But I worry I'll bore you
A hot flush of anxious
Corrupts everything
Concentric devotion
This circular motion
In the land of right angles, the compass is king
Now that you face me
I bow and I curtsy
You reciprocate
You bow straight and beg mercy
Significant others may dangle in the balance
But I long to (?), before it's a dalliance
I'm going out to meet my closest friends
And that, in theory, should be nice
And though I don't fear anybody
I think I'm terrified of going... (x3)
Oh, oh, ah, oh
Oh, oh, ah, oh
I know I annoyed you
I tried to avoid you
Even though we had already locked eyes
Early intervention, a change of direction
Forever between, she'll be feigning surprise
(Oh, ah, oh) (x4)
You went from being dark horse to being a spent force
In the space of what seemed like a day and a night
Heaven forbid, we might have to depend on
The kindness of strangers in the absence of light
I transcended my station
I had notions of being self-made
But I hit a bit of a setback
And it set me back about a decade
If you weren't such a cynic
You might understand this
When I killed you with my kindness
Did I blind you with my blandness?
(Oh, oh, ah, oh) x4
I hate to ignore you
But I worry I'll bore you
A hot flush of anxious
Corrupts everything
Concentric devotion
This circular motion
In the land of right angles, the compass is king
Now that you face me
I bow and I curtsy
You reciprocate
You bow straight and beg mercy
Significant others may dangle in the balance
But I long to (?), before it's a dalliance
I'm going out to meet my closest friends
And that, in theory, should be nice
And though I don't fear anybody
I think I'm terrified of going... (x3)
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