It's A Backwards Attraction To Your Forward Eyes

Your Bruise


It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust
In what or who you recognize

We sped the Plymouth across the banks of the Mississippi River
Mary Timony was smaller than a super ball
Chitter chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down in Olympia

I think your bruise was understated
Cause you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore



I think your bruise was understated
Cause you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore...


--Deathcab For Cutie