Totes Songtext
von The Lowest Pair

A breath between potato chips
A glass of water between cigarettes
A break from balance and returning yet
A break in stride with loaded bets

A long jog down the middle road
A pawn shop where we could levy our souls
A calm pond ripe for skipping stones
Man, who knew that we could be so bold

We can still be found, for we know we are both finders
But we will not be bound, cause we both know what happens to binders


How they get stuffed into plastic totes, Slid under the bed
And we both know that to end up there, well, we′d rather be dead

See we are not our exes
We are not our expectations
We are not merely to be bodies between negotiations
We are not estranged
We are no longer even strangers
We are not to be judges
And we are not to be changers

But we can still be found
For we know we are both finders
But we will not be bound, cause we both know what happens to binders


How they get stuffed into plastic totes, slid under the bed
And we both know that to end up there, well, we'd rather be dead