6 Degrees ft. The Color Fred Lyrics

At the bottom of this high

Somebody said (this is where we'll lie)

As the old car stereo

(Well it keeps us where we wanna be and)

(It's far from high-fidelity)

As far apart as we could be

(At a time like this) and now I'm falling forward

This situation is endemic of a modern epidemic

(That puts us right where we belong)

I got a lot of practice solving all those riddles

(So speak to me in metaphors to keep me lost)

*When you say* I'm just a tragic guy I buy it

But I couldn't tell you why *and now*

*Every single thing you do just drives me crazy*

So catch me on the flip side

(Tell me how it feels right)

Where business meets casual

(If all of this was hindsight)

We'll be leading nice lives

(But they're not so comfortable)

Your words have a sentimental value that tears me up

(When there's nothing I can do)

To escape this fate you hold tighter

I'm losing all my oxygen

(As you paint me black and blue)

So just who do you think you are to say

(Every word every thought you have about me?)

When you know so well it feels like hell trying just to drop your name

So catch me on the flip side

(Tell me how it feels right)

Where business meets casual

(If all of this was hindsight)

We'll be leading nice lives

(But they're not so comfortable)

And the million-dollar question you've been dancing around

(Too scared to move you can't make a sound)

Take a deep breath in (but time's run out) *and you're gone*

So how long are we waiting?

(And what are we waiting for?)

When distance is your prison

(These walls hold everything that) *shakes you to your core*

At the bottom of this high

Somebody said (this is where we'll lie)

So catch me on the flip side

(Tell me how it feels right)

Where business meets casual

(If all of this was hindsight)

We'll be leading nice lives

(But they're not so comfortable)

And the million-dollar question you've been dancing around

(Too scared to move you can't make a sound)

Take a deep breath in (but time's run out) *and you're gone*