Motion Lines Lyrics - Perfect Hair - Busdriver

I'm gone 

After you said what you did 

There ain't no way I'm coming back 

Spill the wine 

Return the gifts 

I'm out of here 

I don't want to ruin your ball-gown 

Because I'm not feeling law-bound 

You can probably coffee-grind by body-mind into a psychotropic compound 

An ice age will thaw before I'm able to play ball 

Your cryptic texts are state law 

Yet read like an algebraic scroll 

But I know you're gone 

After that gut wrenching shout match 

And my out of whack palm read, got me on leave 

In the outback with some lounge act 

Don't crossbreed with my ennui it's a mousetrap 

For the besmirched and weakened 

I'm like a jerk telling you to twerk for the church of England 

My advice to you is Socratic: don't panic if I look like a dope addict 

Because I'm depressed as shit 

Knowing that my capricious lover is a migrant bird 

Your absence caused quiet stirs 

That progressed into a violent dirge 

Of victim blaming and miscellaneous quips to prove that my discourse's boyish 

I had the heart explained to me 

I was drawn and quartered by hoarse voices 

But you forgot to listen to me when I said 

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I'm impossible to love and cannot keep an open mind 

So you left me where I was 

Shredded in your motion lines 

We never touched on it, touched on it 

What we left 

To be in love and treated love like a brush with death 

We never touched on it. (This shit is depressing. Get over it.) 

Slice at the knuckle where the mind bends 

And I'll become a motherfucker fucker times ten 

Crisis all look enormous when your body suffers a sugar shortage 

I'll cook a swordfish or prep any gourmet platter to simulate your gray matter 

Girl, this rap shit left me worse for wear 

And I ain't got that perfect hair, my love feels like a cervix tear 

But still kiss me by my desk light 

Cause you look like my next wife 

I'm here burning midnight oil 

Soaking gravitas into cotton swabs 

In return I get tight coils of human waste as toothpaste 

Oh I get it, I'm old news, a motherfucking brontosaurus 

And to think I invited you to my underwater forest 

A thousand fuck-you's spring-loaded in a balled up fist 

I open my palms and my eyelids become two default pussy lips 

And I deserve it 

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