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Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and
The of a posture I'm dying to know
Feeling like a kid selling ten chocolates
all my rehearsed lines to your closing door
Thought a change of scenery would make me better
four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
And useless as a mime in a counseling session
Here's a million mute expressions, the one where I choke on my words
in comes the church with the answers
Ah Ah bless me those tired acronyms
They look good on the slide
They're lives
every time
Coughing courtesy up in a of indifference
And lapping up the lie with an apologetic
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on shoulder
adornment always kills concern
Sick of coming with the TV mumbling
There used to be a time when you to me with words
I'm swearing up and down saying a commitment
And toasting new saying sorry I thought it would work
All my is riddled with annulment
I'm sorry, I'm doing what I think I should
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in
I don't know when I'll to you
I guess when our eyes have finally died
I want to try