Impasse - Bear Hands

Can’t we find something to agree on?

I know it’s not the sixties

And you’re from the suburbs

While I’m form the city

We don’t have to be lovers

But can’t we find something to agree on?

You hate my favorite movie

Laugh at what you don’t like

You think that I’m boujee, oh no

But you are only half-right

So can’t we find something to agree on?

I’m praying for peace, you’re watching the clock

I’m holding a grudge, you’re holding your hat

I’m writing a song for you, for you

Like nothing is wrong

Can’t we find something to agree on?

Tighten up the noobie

Changed around a mind

Fight me for the room key

Cut me down to your size

But can’t we find something to agree on?

Something to agree on?

One thing to agree on?