Lyrics The Metronome - Pinegrove

The Metronome

The night my necklace fell off
You fluttered through my
Capillaries like a stoned moth
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye and be practical
When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
It’s only up to you
A live ladybug trapped between my toes
Keep it together, man
We’re all connected now
Stay composed
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye and be practical
When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
It’s only up to you
The current picture, the metronome:
I don’t know what this is, but it’s not my home
I thought that we were falling in love
But we weren’t, no;
only I was
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
So look me in the eye and be practical, yeah
When practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
It’s only up to you
It’s only up to you