Text: Happy Body Slow Brain. Up Late.

It starts with one loss.
It starts in a home.
And you cannot believe what he said, what he did
Can we still get out?

Truth can only wait so long.
Two can only fake so long.

I have seen the future and it feels like every face you make
Where frigid tones convey the pulse of every little word mistaken.
Every word, scrutinized
I can't stand to wait that long,
Ain't it sad you never wavered to show me who you really are?

Wide awake waiting for the time to slow
What this is, isn't really like those dreams you never get
Wide awake waiting for the time to slow
What exists isn't really like those dreams you never get your head around

Coming home at 4am to a bed turned over like someone had invaded
Catch him with a foreign love,
Reaching for the door you slam
Sweating with his beat red hands,
Abusing faith to make amends
I'm sorry its not as black and white

Wide awake waiting for the time to slow
What this is, isn't really like those dreams you never get
Wide awake waiting for the time to slow
What exists isn't really like those dreams you never get your head around