Teleport Lyrics - Spill Canvas

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Alright, that's it, I've had enough, I'm on my way to you.
It's nauseating and I`m sick of waiting
For all these pointless calls to go through.And no, I'm not a skeptic anymore.
Unless I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for.
The moisture in the air is begging for release
And the memory of your stare is raining down on me.

Hypothetically if you were point A,
And theoretically I was point B,
We would be, we would be frantically melting into
One massive point that could overcome anything.

And constantly you're working through the mileage in my head.
I'm calculating and I'm sick of waiting.
How many hours until I reach your bed?

And no, I'm not a skeptic anymore.
Unless I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for.
The moisture in the air is begging for release
And the memory of your stare is raining down on me.

Hypothetically if you were point A,
And theoretically I was point B,
We would be, we would be frantically melting into
One massive point that could overcome anything.

My faith in you could move these mountains I am driving through.
It's times like these when I wish I could teleport to you
'Cause then we wouldn`t have an issue.
We're cleverly, stragically challenging our fright, insecurities
And never seem to want to leave.

Hypothetically if you were point A,
And theoretically I was point B,
We would be, we would be frantically melting into
One massive point that could overcome anything

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