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