Dispassionate - Together Pangea

I see you, these things they come and go again

I frequently lose all my little thoughts

Lose all my little thoughts

It’s Monday, buy gum and cigarettes again

I help to pay, I’ll be inside this week

I’ll be inside this week

And it’s all dispassionate

You’re so dispassionate

Tell me one more time, dispassionate

You’re so dispassionate

Tell me one more time

It’s guesswork, I guess I’m right again

Don’t need these things, these things they fall apart

These things they fall apart

I’ll cast her in stone and alabaster

Keep her in a jar with little breathing holes

With little breathing holes

That’s all dispassionate

You’re so dispassionate

Tell me one more time, dispassionate

You’re so dispassionate

Tell me one more time, dispassionate

You’re so dispassionate

Tell me one more time