Crocs

[Verse 1]
Stuck in a rut, so what?
I saw the shame in your face that day
I could see the sun through your window
It's not so simple when you throw it away
I feel exactly how I said I'd feel
Like that wasn't feel
And I get used to thinking nothing gives
So why should I speak?

[Chorus]
Conversations lead to more conversations lead to more of this
I get sick I get so nervous I get so nervous I make it that much worse

[Verse 2]
Timelines lead to existential dread
It makes no sense
I'm fine as long as I'm vegetated
Without movement

[Chorus]
Conversations lead to more conversations lead to more of this
I get sick I get so nervous I get so nervous I make it that much worse

[Outro]
Moments are just fissures to how you really are
God has the answers if you're done searching
We'd really love it if you'd just come back home