Talk to the Girl (Demo)

Look at the pictures and things you keep And look at the comforts you seek And take on the day And talk to the girl And go back to sleep Hold up your hands to the walls they build And hold up the line for the till And take on the day And talk to the girl And keep the receipt Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse Is really one of your tattoos And it's become your muse I know, you think your head is snow Can't take another blow But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think Become the change you seek in the world And become someone to diverge And take on the day And talk to the girl And take to your feet Answer the questions that pain you still And answer the phone if you will And take on the day And talk to the girl And passively tweet Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse Is really one of your tattoos And it's become your muse I know, you think your head is snow Can't take another blow But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl and Take on the day and Talk to the girl Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse Is really one of your tattoos And it's become your muse I know, you think your head is snow Can't take another blow But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse Is really one of your tattoos And it's become your muse I know, you think your head is snow Can't take another blow But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think Take on the day Talk to the girl