The Dead Cassettes - December, Stagnant

Demand nothing of a price to pay you've held above your head
Foreplay, around a crowded room, nothing to loose this time
The way you talk to me there's nothing sweet about incomplete I'm dying to try it out, if you've
time after all well
You can find me in New Amsterdam with a waitress from Brooklyn
Who seldom speaks but holds my hands, holds my hands in the
Middle of December
The middle of December, Stagnant
A cold reflection serves itself in the way I've hear but not in the way I'm used to
And you'll take all the flaps from the city streets that ponder your back for now, for now
I'm crying out loud and feeling numb
Living in pandemonium
To stand around in
And around and around and around and around in
You can find me in New Amsterdam with a waitress from Brooklyn
Who seldom speaks but holds my hands, holds my hands in the
Middle of December
The middle of December, Stagnant
You can find me in New Amsterdam with a waitress from Brooklyn
Who seldom speaks but holds my hands, holds my hands in the
Middle of December
The middle of December, Stagnant

Written by:
Alex Bezdjian, Jacob Gonzales-Butorac

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