Deadlines (Thoughtful) Songtext
von Car Seat Headrest

I am not awake
I am not asleep
I am not so shallow
I am not that deep

Do you wanna dance?
Someone shut the door
On the losing side
Of some sort of war

He said, "I′d like to do this for a living
But I don't know how"
Wild, uncommercial
Sleeping on a leash

There was a predestined set of symbols ticking into place
A prom queen crowned in the background
Stepping out of frame
A pair of hands took me to your face
Your eyes held me


Oh, compassion (can′t get connected)
It's transforming me into
(Can't get connected)
(Can′t stay connected)

Oh, compassion (can′t get connected)
It's transforming me into
(Can′t get connected)
(Can't get connected)

No more reflection
Swearin′ all I see is you
(Can't get connected)
(Can′t stay connected)

Oh, compassion
It's transforming me into
(Can't get connected)
(Can′t get connected)

Oh, compassion
It′s transforming me into

Oh, compassion
It's transforming me into

(I think I′m onto something)


Oh, compassion
It's transforming me into
(Shut up)
(Shut the fu-)

Oh, compassion
It′s transforming me into
(Shut, shut up)
(Hey!)