Lyrics
I've been making ends meet. You've let yours end already. We could compare our spite in size while the room gets our boxing gloves ready, but there's a 25 foot distance (and a six foot wall of strangers) dividing this room in two. I've been making ends meet. You've let yours end already. On a date with Mr. Fidel Castro to boost morale and keep you steady. M.I.A. on a wall of shipwrecks (painted) that I can't see because I'll keep my head down. I won't admit this gets to me. You can keep your back turned. I know this gets to you too but it isn't like I've really thought this through. I've been making ends meet. I've made yours end already. New Skin: In an old Aesics t-shirt which she'll cover up with a hoodie. What if you knew we were all out to get you? I think you'd say... "I'll keep my head down. I won't admit this gets to me. You can keep your back turned. I know this gets to you too." ...in case I haven't gotten through to you. Not a word from anyone around; A worn out hardwood floor, dimly lit and hipster covered. Gin and ironic. Only two-hundred decibels too low but not enough to not hear you say "What is he doing here tonight?"

I'll keep my head down. You can keep your back turned.