Depressionella

Aimee Mann – It’s Not

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit, a wire travels underground to a vacant lot, where something I can’t see interrupts the current and shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot.
And from behind the screen it can look so perfect, but it’s not.

So here I’m sitting in my car at the same old stoplight, I keep waiting for a change but I don’t know what – red turns into green turning into yellow, but I’m just frozen here on the same old spot… All I have to do is to press the pedal, but I’m not – no, I’m not…

People are tricky, you can’t afford to show anything risky anything they don’t know, the moment you try, kiss it goodbye…
So baby kiss me like a drug like a respirator and let me fall into the dream of the astronaut. Where I get lost in space that goes on forever and you make all the rest just an afterthought (and I believe it’s you who could make it better) – but you’re not.
No, you’re not.
It’s Not.

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