Lyrics Figure 8 - Sweatcult

The TV is on
I'm feeling discomfort
The static is strong

Come closer
Come closer

Your hands over mine
I'm feeling discomfort
I'm guilty inside
As guilty as ever

Come closer
Come closer

If there's a will
Then there's a way
With you right here
The day is gray
The pillow talk
Gave me away
There's something there
And something here
With lasers on
Let's roll away
In rollerskates
In a figure eight
'Till we meet again

I bet
You got yourself bored
Find ways
To not feel alone
Truth is
I made myself bold
I left
This shit's getting old

I don't mind rejection
But action is reflection
Of who you are