Drip Dry Gloves ft. Silas Green

from by James Reed & Christopher Norman

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[james]
i cannot stand how you can’t
hold me in your hand, love
with drip dry gloves

we grew up tall, cut my legs
and i fall into a dark dream
it carries me home

[christopher]
i’ve been your fool for too long
got me licking like a lapdog
at your feet

i know you don’t give a damn
you’re leaving but i’m locked on

[james]
yellow lights, streets of blue
the two of us, the two of you
under those spells i could never prove
i must admit your moves are smooth

[silas green]
six degrees of separation
six degrees of different needs
we move like ships passing in the night at different speeds
wish i could hit the fast forward on my memory
and switch you from a fresh wound into a distant history

nowadays your name is a grenade
my friends toss it around, afraid to throw it my way
what can i say to that?
infinite shades of grey that we would rather see in black and white like a raiders hat

stuck in the wilderness of cheap imitations
surface-level substitutes with deep limitations
i play it cool, calm, collected
just so i can move on unaffected

went from Don Dada to persona non grata
to a walk-on-role in my own drama on my mama
i was planning to spend the whole week at the bar
then got lit the first night and locked my keys in the car

that’s the kind of sign you see in the stars
but i was buzzing so i wasn’t looking up as much
doe-si-doe with so and so
double-dutch with such-and-such
even though we stroll the solo dolo road in front of us

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from Strange Games, released August 19, 2016

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