Odes to Joy

Love Hate Relationship, Vol IV: Phobias · Track 12 · middle

Reads the Same Both Ways

Aibohphobia (palindromes) — meta linguistic panic, 'a man a plan a canal panama… run'.

Lyrics

[Intro]
You say we’re perfectly aligned
You say it doesn’t matter where we start

[Verse 1]
We can go forward, or shift in reverse
You think it’s a blessing, I think it's absurd
I glanced at the clock, it was 12:21
And my head was beginning to quietly hum
There’s no getting out of a flawless design
When the front and the back are just toeing the line

[Chorus]
It reads the same both ways
A beautiful trap in a mirror maze
You step right in, you spin around
But the ceiling is suddenly hitting the ground
Oh, Madam, the panic is starting to spike
When the left and the right look exactly alike
Yeah, it reads the same both ways

[Verse 2]
Was it a cat we saw in the dark?
Or just an illusion that missed the whole mark
We dug a canal to make our escape
But the water just carries us back to the gate
You call it romantic, this infinite loop
I’m pacing a hole in the floor of the room
I want a beginning that finishes cold
A story that actually ends when it’s told

[Chorus]
It reads the same both ways
A beautiful trap in a mirror maze
You step right in, you spin around
But the ceiling is suddenly hitting the ground
Oh, Madam, the panic is starting to spike
When the left and the right look exactly alike
Yeah, it reads the same both ways

[Bridge]
Racecars driving backwards down a one-way street
A conversation trapped inside a heavy sleep
I’m begging for angles, a jagged mistake
A sentence that shatters and actually breaks
But you just keep smiling, a level gaze
Reflecting the terror that’s clouding my face

[Chorus]
'Cause it reads the same both ways
A beautiful trap in a mirror maze
You step right in, you spin around
But the ceiling is suddenly hitting the ground
Oh, Madam, the panic is starting to spike
When the left and the right look exactly alike

[Outro]
I just need a word with a proper dead end
Something that won’t ever try to pretend
To be what it was
Before it began
Let's just call it... quits.
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