Polar Pop

This is not a hangover Just the rattle Of our heads colliding The sun's up, I'm driving After this, almost certain that I won't resist you when All signs like arrows The pretty mess Buttons don't get pressed When the well of distraction dries up After all of this Now I'm certain that The two halves of your head Will never fight again Death to illness Comparison and contrast Our lines are parallel Somewhere they connect, connect to Pretty mess Buttons don't get pressed When the well of distraction dries up I hear, don't you Ideal you calling you Not so much from above As somewhere inside I hear, don't you Ideal you calling you Not so much from above As somewhere inside