Andrew Kamen - Inside Lyrics

Close quarters
Tensions getting high
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Lost my ability to generalize
When the power goes out
You are my source of light
Radiant child
Talking a mile a minute
No second thoughts
Only hasty decisions
Take the steam engine out my chest
Staying busy
Staring at my hands like it's a contest
I forgot it all right before the test
I don't know a single thing about this subject
But imma argue to the death
Turned out the solution was trivial
Just exit the building and burn it down
Turn chaos into harmony
We have the most cause we're okay with the least
Close quarters
Tensions getting high
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Fight the urge to sink
Chip clips on my sulcus
Resist the impulse to blink
Going on vacation
Taking everything but the kitchen sink
Furniture up on the front lawn
Neighbors on the fritz
Couldn't tell them apart if I tried
Representatives of all that we hate in life
Pretending to be happy
But they're dying on the inside
Dying on the inside
Just trying to be nice
Dying on the inside
Trying to be polite
But they're dead on the inside

Close quarters
Tensions getting high
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Lost my ability to generalize
When the power goes out
You are my source of light
Radiant child
Talking a mile a minute
No second thoughts
Only hasty decisions
Take the steam engine out my chest
Staying busy
Staring at my hands like it's a contest
I forgot it all right before the test
I don't know a single thing about this subject
But imma argue to the death
Turned out the solution was trivial
Just exit the building and burn it down
Turn chaos into harmony
We have the most cause we're okay with the least
Close quarters
Tensions getting high
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Butterflies in the absence of any stimuli
Fight the urge to sink
Chip clips on my sulcus
Resist the impulse to blink
Going on vacation
Taking everything but the kitchen sink
Furniture up on the front lawn
Neighbors on the fritz
Couldn't tell them apart if I tried
Representatives of all that we hate in life
Pretending to be happy
But they're dying on the inside
Dying on the inside
Just trying to be nice
Dying on the inside
Trying to be polite
But they're dead on the inside