Smooth It Out - Tiny Moving Parts

It’s like second-hand smoke in your lungs

You cough, you cough, you cough, you cough, you cough, but it’s okay

It’s a phase they say

Breathing is just temporary medicine

Nothing seems to matter

When no one needs noticing

The missteps, the smoke breaks

It’s all in your head they say

Try to smooth it out

Scan an open road, distort the traffic

Never getting used to these second guesses

I can’t pretend these things never happened

In every silence, there is a static

There is a static

So I’ll try to smooth it out

It’s whatever

Let me be the wind on your shoulders

I’ll try to smooth it out

I will starve myself

I will do anything

I will starve myself

I will do anything