It's Nothing Personal by The National Acrobat

Of Jeffersonian Thought

by The National Acrobat· from It's Nothing Personal

Where were you last Tuesday at 8:10 six years ago? Where were you, last Tuesday, six years ago. So when you look can you see that I'm here and do you know that I'm watching you, lights on in the bedroom, your silhouette so slow. Life's life a two way mirror you look in and I see you. So say goodbye before you leave because I hate to see you go. No it shouldn't be like this. No, take me from this. Can you hear the whispers or are you sleeping? How can you be happy when you don't recognize me? Nothing is what you think it is, nothing is. Oh yeah, fuck six years ago...