Letra de Chris, Did You Ruin The Dance Party

We speak in circles in speak with tripping tongues
Tripping over our own saliva
Secreting from our wounds
These lame metaphors are metaphorically tearing at my heart strings
If you want some childs play with words
You want it, you got it
But ive been proven that words are meaningless (x2)
The answer is yes
So you can lead your exegesis to your cross
Wipe that cheetah off your lips
Its your leopard like style (x2)
Which keeps me
Swept away (swept away) under the puzzled patterns of your mind where you don’t think I’ll hide
Swept away under the puzzled patterns of your mind
Where you can't lock me out. (You can’t, you can’t)
All the soul singers can sing straight up
"i wish you still called me."
Your words drip with sincerity
Your words could wash me clean
Make the kitten coo
Strike the felines fur
You mask your own desires
She masks her own desires
Why can't we say what we want to?
Why can't we say what we need to?
I’ve been buried around
These same old broken homes that we found
These words could fill six bottles
Paise them to your lips; sink them to your stomach
We could fill ourselves on empty calorie conversation
You used to speak for something, (x3)
Now you just recycle shit