You’ve walked in the same shoes so often
Now you can’t walk home with out them
You’ve always had someonehold your hand
So long
Now they’re empty,
so you imagine, and pretend,
But so far
She’s your phantom limb
You swear she’s still there
She’s not there
Blinking lights in your sleep
You see her when you dream
She’s trapped in your mind it seems
And she can’t be released
She’s your Tetris effect
You swear she’s still there
No one’s there
No, No one’s there
She’s your Tetris effect
You swear she’s still there
But, no one’s there
She never was there!
You gotta
Escape
Get away
Don’t hate the player
Hate the game
Escape
Get away
Try to remember
Life before her name
You’re not the same person
You’re still stuck in your repetition
You’ve talked on the phone so long
You tell her stories,
You sing her songs
A resounding hum, a series of beeps
Echo around and through your ear canal
Never to escape somehow
And she can’t be released
Its that buzzing noise you've heard so long
The drums still pound when the sound is gone
You’re not the same person
You’ve walked in the same shoes so often
You’re not the same person
They’re empty but you still imagine
Escape, Friend
Get away
I won’t hate the player
I'll hate the game
Escape, Get away
Try to remember
Who you were
Before she came
Escape
Escape
Escape
A resounding hum, a series of beeps
Echo around and through your ear canal
Never to escape somehow
And she can’t be released
Its that buzzing noise you've heard so long
The drums still pound when the sound is gone
The Tetris Effect
copyrighted 2009 by Theo Martin
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