I think in thirds like chords of music strewn across a bar line The manuscript's a mess and yet it begs to simply be heard You're medicated, deeply and always intoxicated Cheaply vacating to the sands of the beaches in your brain And it's true We are two Of a kind And we're blind to the lives That live beside our very side I'm too synthetic, and oh how I tire of the small talk I end up spending life inside the throws of my mind You're separated from lovers, friends, and changes It's crucial to your happiness to take those trips far from your pain And it's true We are two Of a kind And we're blind to the lives That live beside our very side