shortly – the cartographer lyrics
mother was waiting on me to get better so she could calm down all along the dizzy spells were superscript for loving you and casting you out we move along like +n+log tapes, that sing without making sound cartographer thinks about what he wants to think about, about when i lay flat enough in bed the room around me starts spinning i’m cast into orbit around you and how your voice sounds
when your monotone thoughts become colorful words
and the map inside you is dying to be heard i will listen
what was it that you wanted to say
leaving my apartment that day
i miss you
and i’m sorry
but i hate you
for the way that you loved me
i draw things i don’t want to draw
i write things i don’t want to write
my hands are tired all the time
from doing what the map in me likes
i’m just doing what the map in me likes
i’m just doing what the map in me likes
i’m just doing what the map in me likes
i’m just doing what the map in me wants
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