Deadlines (Thoughtful) - 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