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don't mean shit
03:22
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my bones dent on the cement
the sentiment don’t mean shit
my words break on the freeway
you’re sideways don’t sneak late
the world naps inside maps
i’m so sad i’ll get back
by tonight put up a good fight
like the dark sky and the dawn light
and i said i would be here
while everyone else is sleeping
and it all starts to feel so clear
when i disappear
i’m so fake when i seem brave
i’m afraid of everything
but it’s easy to bruise knees
and watch trees fight the breeze
and i can’t talk to the sidewalk
about time bought mistakes taught
but i still try in the nighttime
while you walk by it’s all a lie
and i said i would be here
while everyone else is sleeping
and it all starts to feel so clear
when i disappear
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i don't like doors
02:09
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i hate when my shoes are the only ones
walking through the crowd in the wrong direction
i like when your shoes are next to mine
i like when we’re lying side by side
i don’t like the way doors shut and i don’t like the way they open
i don’t like that hearts get harder to fix each time they’re broken
i hate when my body falls apart
trying to finish the race to the start
i like when your body’s next to mine
fuck this space fuck this place fuck this time
i don’t like the way doors shut and i don’t like the way they open
i don’t like that hearts get harder to fix each time they’re broken
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every time you fall, you say you’re on your final chapter
you are beauty in destruction, like atoms when they shatter
you are torn but you’re taped, your bones are set just to break
they say you’re just a girl, but you ask for other words
i am not my synapses
i am not my synapses
i am not my synapses
but i exist
every time you fall, you say that’s already been over
you are beauty in destruction, like scrapes on your shoulder
every breath you breathe is depressing, hiding from all the problems you’re addressing
they say you’re a disappointment, they’re just you in your own head
i am not my synapses
i am not my synapses
i am not my synapses
but i exist
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