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red carpet fibers
03:15
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red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers that you can’t get off
watch out for the nail polish in the sink
don’t you dare take another drink
watch out for the smoke in your lungs
your coat bottoms that self destruct
oh i am young and i am stupid
past curfew and getting reckless
oh i am old and i am dying
in bed two kinds of lying
don’t mistake me for your best friend
just some stranger in your basement
don’t mistake me for your sister
i know she’s gone and you miss
oh i am young and i am stupid
past curfew and getting reckless
oh i am old and i am dying
in my bed two kinds of lying
red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers on the bottoms of your socks
red carpet fibers that you can’t get off
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plastic trophies
03:05
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you've got all of your plastic trophies
from when we used to win and when we were on the same team
and i know i'm not worth the gold
but my bones will grow flowers someday
all of the names in the old address book
have moved across the page, out of the city, out of state
you're just another missed call
i didn't hear while i was sleeping last year off
i know that our bodies will grow until they shrink
and you will stay sober til the day that you drink
i used to think it was a good idea to jump in
but i never learned to swim in the deep end
you've got all of your plastic trophies
from when we used to win and when we were on the same team
and i know i'm not worth the gold
but my bones will grow flowers someday
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and that's fine
02:31
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you ask me my name because you think i’m pretty
i say “fuck off” because i’m real shitty
you ask me “what’s wrong” and i say “i’m just lonely”
you say “not for long” and i leave abruptly
and you say you like me
and you know that i like leaving
and that’s fine
you ask me to stay and i say “i’ll think about it”
i climb out of your window because i hate commitment
you say that i’m just playing hard to get and
and i ask “well who am i playing with?”
and you say you like me
and you know that i like leaving
and that’s fine
and i know you hate me
and that you’re lying
that it’s fine
and i know you hate me
and that you’re lying
that it’s fine
it’s fine
it’s fine
it’s fine
it’s fine
it’s fine
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and i hear my voice crack
under the weight of your expectations
and you want me to be a star
but i’m barely a person
and i can feel their finger tips
holding back my tongue
saying, “please don’t embarrass us”
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
and i’m not my flower dresses in springtime
they’re just something for me to hide bones behind
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human being
04:20
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your heart’s made out of metal
it’s pumping out pure lead
and it’s trying to pretend
that it’s made out of flesh
your fingers fall apart
because they’re made of stone
and you called me to ask
if this is what it’s like letting go
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i am asleep in my dreams thinking how nice it would be to be anything else
my head is in my hands
i try to make sense of it all
and you say this is beautiful
as you look at the dead end of the hall
we are sitting in the corner
listening to the pitches of their voices
and your ears start growing flowers
and you tear them apart to hear the noises
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i am asleep in my dreams thinking how nice it would be to be anything else
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i yell at you in my sleep screaming how nice it would be to stop being
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i wake up in my sheets just another morning as a human being
and you trace my body shape and say how nice it would be to be human
and i take the trai\ thinking how nice it would be to be anything else
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