Teleport A & B

The Spill Canvas

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 

But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore 
At last 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 if I was point B, 
We would be, we would be frantically melting 
Into one massive point 
That could overcome anything 

Constantly you're working through the mileage in my head 
Oh, I'm calculating, yes I'm sick of waiting 
How many hours until I reach your bed? 

But no, I'm not a skeptic anymore 
At last 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 if 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, strategically 
Challenging our fright and insecurities, 
And never seem to want to leave 

Hypothetically if you were point A 
And theoretically if I was point B, 
We would be, we would be frantically melting 
Into one massive point 
That could overcome anything 
Yeah, we would be, we would be frantically melting 
Into one massive point 
That could overcome anything