But there's no peace. The world keeps pulling at different directions, though. School, north. Relationships, northwest.
North by northwest I'm dragged but I'd rather walk down southeast tracks.
I don't really want anything to keep track of. Relationships, studies, promises.
But I promise I'll maintain these. I don't want to keep promises, but I have to. My word binds me.
Well, I'm a binder of words. A lot of my words are just paper. Some smart, some dumb, some sweet, some mean.
I don't mean everything I say, but what I do mean I'm serious about.
So seriously, I'll play your Milton Bradley game. I'll live how you expect me to live. But please, grant me a day of no obligation. A day where no one will call me, no one will knock on my door.
I'm knocking. Cool if you answer.
Deerhunter - Agoraphobia
