Captive Audience

These undulating undertones
Keep me glued to you
As you walk me to the iron heart Bushwick
The spot where you sleeve rides up is the horizon
This push and pull
So damn rehearsed
This metric thud, thud, thud
It goes off time
I'm (I'm) dust (dust), shivering, lie beneath these shards
As we trail off from the bar
It's time for you to make a move
You make me sick
It's all for you
No need to cleanse
No common sense
Just you, my captive audience
(Oh, oh)
Time for you to make a move
You make me sick
It's all for you (oh, oh)
No need to cleanse
No common sense
Just you, my captive audience