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johnny foreigner - the o and the x lyrics

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[verse]
i am the severed hand
an object never found
but often held as hollowed ground
and used as truth

don’t know where you stand
so just keep searching for that hand
couldn’t tell if this was planned
but it felt overdue

[chorus]
and i’m unraveling these cables
lost long landline in the whole
said we’d f_ck just to get back at them
then we got back with them
then we never spoke again

[verse]
there was another, said her lover
now her husband
pinned my picture to a dartboard
i swear this is true

and i don’t know how i do it
when your entourage all blew it
but those pictures look like strangers
when we’re through
[chorus]
and i’m unraveling these cables
lost long landline in the whole
said we’d f_ck just to get back at them
then we got back with them
then we never spoke again

[instrumental]
(sure)

[outro]
you were a season with the wrong weather
a steering wheel with weights tied to one side
i asked you what the time was and you answered in another language

you were always a familiar kind of foreign body
a bed i had never slept in, but recognized the sheets
that electricity of a stranger you have felt before on the same train
a different room in the same skyscr_per
a proximity of intimacy despite the anonymity

i look at you and remember every time i burnt my tongue on silence
every night i stayed awake worrying about why i couldn’t fall asleep
every bookshelf left empty
every pinky left unbroken
that was the day when i lost your name in my throat
when every part of my bedroom ached
when the windowsill became a road of ash_like gravel
our initials etched into the concrete

that september, i remembered that you hated lavender
i never asked why
assumed it was something about your grandparents
and the couch that clutched you too close

you were a season with the wrong weather
i was searching for any voice that sounded like a hug
but the grapes weren’t the right shade of green
the grass was too much like hands
all hands were too much like yours

it was a day when everything ached
and my bedroom creaked within walls
that screamed and screamed at someone else’s silence
when i filled the room with lavender
and remembered why i love it

- johnny foreigner lyrics

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