The story
He sees the strings, and he cuts them first.
He stands in the middle of the room, watching the same sweet talk circle back with different lipstick, and he knows the game before the next line lands. Every promise is dressed up, every glance asks him to play along, but he keeps his hands in his pockets and his feet on the floor. When the pressure closes in, he names the trick and dares it to try harder.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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