The Metronome - Pinegrove

The night my necklace fell off

You fluttered through my

Capillaries like a stoned moth

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics

So look me in the eye and be practical

When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do

It’s only up to you

A live ladybug trapped between my toes

Keep it together, man

We’re all connected now

Stay composed

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics

So look me in the eye and be practical

When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do

It’s only up to you

The current picture, the metronome:

I don’t know what this is, but it’s not my home

I thought that we were falling in love

But we weren’t, no;

only I was

I agree with your ideas but not your tactics

So look me in the eye and be practical, yeah

When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do

It’s only up to you

It’s only up to you