Being Still
Bia Abram
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I just saw balloons hanging from a motorcycle
Full speed, every light was green
And that was how I felt with you
I just read a book with notes on the margins
Someone consumed by nostalgia before me
I silently told them to get over themselves
Surreal
In the way The Smiths can make you feel
Surreal
Eyes are numb and I can't see
Surreal
Is that your hand on the wheel?
I picture you're driving me
Tonight, I'll be
Crying on the treadmill
Watching movies where they're dancing
After nearly dying, dancing but I'm
Being still
Tonight, I'll be
Dreaming that I'm drumming
As if I'm Andrew Neiman
Fingers trembling, bleeding but I'm
Being still
I just saw the house that we pretended that
Freud grew up in
Next to where we read his books
I just saw the blue light from a jazz bar
And I miss this I miss this I miss this
I miss this melody
My pupil sinks into my iris
I'd never noticed until you called it
Rosewood, no good,
'Cause where are you now?
It's just me and the mirror wondering aloud
Remember when I couldn't decide
And you said I always leave
The things that feel comfortable to me
And I said that was a lie
But you saw it in my eyes
They kept drifting to the side
Searching for something in the dark
Surreal
In the way The Smiths can make you feel
Surreal
Eyes are numb and I can't see
Surreal
Is that your hand on the wheel?
I picture you're driving me
Tonight, I'll be
Crying on the treadmill
Watching movies where they're dancing
After nearly dying, dancing but I'm
Being still
Tonight, I'll be
Dreaming that I'm drumming
As if I'm Andrew Neiman
Fingers trembling, bleeding but I'm
Being still
Tonight, I'll be
Crying on the treadmill
Watching movies where they're dancing
After nearly dying, dancing but I'm
Being still