Radar met Leda on a freight elevator.
He made a joke about the Fatal Attraction.
Even though she didn't seem to recognize the reference
Later on they made a little connection.
She lost track of her friends at some party in a warehouse
So she's happy someone's paying attention.

She could tell that Radar had seen a bit of action
The way kept his eyes on the entrance.
She'd been with some guys that had a similar feature.
Defensive switching quick to aggression.
Radar says he's only trying to figure out the future
And the trick is in the early detection.

She used to work in a shop
But one day she just stopped
Showing up for the opening.

Spent the last couple years
With the lingering fear and
Making deals with her dopamine.

Radar and Leda
Sharing new information.
Telling each other everything.

Back at his place and Leda opens the fridge
It's just some mustard and a two pack of Blatz.
Botanica candles on the floor by the mattress
Which is really just a gymnastics mat.
He said he falls out of bed with hard dreams in his head.
All flash bang and birdsong and skittering insects.
And this one kind of sadness that keeps veering into violence.
The feeling when you steer into the skid.

Because pleasure's a rental
But pains residential and
Every garden gets overgrown.

Spent the last couple weeks
Too suspicious to sleep
And terrified of the telephone.

Radar and Leda
Staying up even later.
Telling each other everything

And every tangle can come undone
But in the end we're all on our own.
It's hard to hold out hope that your call's gonna come
When you're terrified of the telephone.

She used to work in a shop
But one day she just stopped.
Now she mostly just hangs at home.

Because pleasure's a rental
And the terms aren't so simple.
Any vessel can overflow.

She used to work in some store
But it's not there anymore.
There's nothing new where it used to be.

Radar and Leda
Trading their medications.
Telling each other everything.
Telling each other everything.
Telling each other everything.