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Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and
The overcompensation of a posture I'm to know
Feeling like a kid selling ten chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed to your closing door
Thought a change of would make me feel better
Moved four hundred miles away, I'm staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a mime in a session
a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words
Then in comes the church with the
Ah Ah bless me with those tired
They look good on the overhead
They're saving
Works every
courtesy up in a month of indifference
And lapping up the lie with an tongue
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on shoulder
Scripted adornment always concern
Sick of coming home the TV mumbling
There used to be a time when you spoke to me words
I'm swearing up and down saying it's a
And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it work
All my speech is riddled with
I'm sorry, I'm just what I think I should
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for in November
I don't know when I'll to you
I guess both our eyes have finally died
I want to try