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miles cooke - zugzwang كلمات أغنية

this one a f_ck you to my upstairs neighbor
seen me with the hatred get a sound off belated
miss me with the eye to eye
had to take it with the whole d_mn salt shaker
don’t call me when you need a grain finally
lately missed the mark i’m untimely
the b_st_rdized version of myself
minding how we left the high road behind us
to whoever next at bat bet we swinging for the fences
or left by the waysidе the price of doing business kinda
sign of thе times dire
at least give it a day to claim the base requirements
i had a vision of the most unlikely
and the vengeance in my thoughts fighting
formed on the page politely
let them eat cake. i’m feeling pious
the other shoe drop to feed the fire
burn it down screaming this is fine
when inconsideration meets defiance
been blinded by the rage of the dumb drums bumping
something definitely a reason that a sight unseen is sleeping nightly
rents too high for kindness
k!ll the noise is not an option
silence came in sample sizes
peace i’ve known is long forgotten
doomed hubris pirouetting to a fault
problem: apartment hunting zugzw_ng
super like you get what you pay for don’t bother me
’cause any move i make is detrimental
f_ck it
we should burn it down
(wouldn’t you like to be my neighbor)

f_ck your greasy ponytail and inability to speak
when i greeted you in the stairwell, the timberlands you creased
without begging a pardon, the door i held for you to walk in
you couldn’t even muster up the slightest effort to acknowledge
weeknight 4am, you’re blasting kelly clarkson
and i’d hire a hitman, but then i wouldn’t be able
to pay for this apartment, and it’s worth the bargain
except for the fact that my neighbor’s an assh0l_
buy coffee from him every morning, watching him pretend
he doesn’t recognize me even after i put a dollar in the tin
i’d sock him in the grin…but he never smiles
expectations for him on the floor…and still he lets me down
i hate his mom for having him, myself for not stabbing him
better angels and lesser demons battling
like i would’ve really gaffled him
or done anything more violent than laugh with him
i’d have stabbed him

- miles cooke

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