There’s disillusion on my breath tonight
That’s probably how I pulled you in
I know the slaying is inevitable
But I never know where to begin

The deep water swallowed us
And we talked until we got the bends 
about love in the modern world 
with the awkwardness of passing friends

Eventually I [bad word] it off. Maybe that's how I feel? 
But you don't seem offended by the fact that I have kept you here as bait for something real.

They’ve discovered the volume [bad word] I bet the neighbors are seeing red
But my friend she’s reading Carouac
So there’s no way we'll be going to bed

The effects are spreading fast
Hardly Care when you leave
Once I find a net to use
Better shoes, nerves of steel 
New ways to feel
Soon reveal, you're bait for something real