every somebody
i run into you so much, we might as well pencil it in
but we might lose some more touch if we write it down with a pen
cuz it's an unspoken rule, and we're just five second friends
i saw you in the window, i know you try not to stare
if you look at me too close, you know i might disappear
stay on the tip of my tongue, and i'll echo in your ears
i'm always seeing some face, then i trip over my feet
turn to that page and erase! i've had enough already
i'm sick of recognizing every somebody i meet
we must be a constellation, just a bunch of dots and lines
that must be the explanation why this happens all the time
look at the pretty shapes we're making!
how have you been? i'm fine, i'm fine.
i've got you in my head, you don't even have to try
while i'm laying in bed, or while i'm standing in line
i talk to your mom instead, she says that you're doing fine
i'm glad to hear you're not dead, i'm glad that you're still alive.