takeout Songtext
von cropscropscrops

Took the detour for some extra minutes
Hammer in hand
The night is footsteps
A hard hat, a line without limits
Picked over by the worms
Weird fishes, arpeggiation
A tackle box, the slope of the curb
I step out for the reprise
The respiration
In my line of work, you cut the line if it′s weighed down
The plate empty
I been on hold for like 10 minutes now
The music cuts they said the machine is down
It's cash only for the night

I′ma call back in a minute
I'ma try to get the line


I'ma call back in a minute
I′ma try to get the line

Took the detour it′s a mirage
I'm unraveling
My front bumper dented for no good cause
The morning blue jay
On our clothesline
You tried to take a pic before it′s gone
Snapped it quick
The whole time it was just a trick of the fog
I'm still asleep, my memory′s jogged
It's all hands on deck
It′s a bus load of schoolchildren, I'll take the next stop
The water bottle stuck in the vending machine
I shake it
But I can never get the goddamn thing to fall

I'ma call back in a minute
I′ma try to get the line


I′ma call back in a minute
I'ma try to get the line