Текст песни Maps - The Front Bottoms

There is a map in my room, on the wall of my room
And I've got big, big plans
But I can see them slipping through,
Almost feel them slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands

And I move slow,
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable

You say 'I hate you', you mean it
And 'I love you' sounds fake
It's taken me so long to figure that out
I used to love the taste, I would do anything for it
Now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth

And you're so confident,
But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag
But, you were broken bad yourself

And, you were mad as hell,
You felt if you had done anything with anyone else,
It would have worked out so well

But, you are an artist,
And, your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be thinking, 'How did I get here?
Where the hell am I?'
If the roles were reversed, you could have seen me sneaking up,
Sneaking up from behind

She sees these visions, she feels emotion
She says that I cannot go,
She sees my plane in the ocean

"And what about your friends,
Don't you love them enough to stay?"

And I say, "If I don't leave now,
Then I will never get away."
Let me be a blue raft on the blue sea, I'll blend right in
There is a map in my room, on the wall of my room
(There is a map in my room, on the wall of my room) I've got big, big plans
(And I've got big, big) But I can see them falling through,
Almost feel them slipping through (Plans)
The palms of my sweaty hands (And I can see them slipping through, almost feel them slipping through)
And I move slowly, (The palms of my sweaty hands)
Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable
But you were broken bad yourself
And you were mad as hell,
You felt if you had done anything with anyone else,
It would have worked out so well
But, you are an artist
And, your mind don't work the way you want it to
One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be saying, 'How did I get here?
Where the hell am I?'
If the roles were reversed, you could have seen me sneaking up,
Sneaking up from behind