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Straighten up my for my mother and mirrors
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to
Feeling a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing
Thought a of scenery would make me feel better
Moved four hundred away, I'm still staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a mime in a session
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one I choke on my words
Then in comes the church with the
Ah Ah bless me those tired acronyms
look good on the overhead slide
They're saving
Works time
Coughing courtesy up in a month of
And lapping up the lie with an tongue
I'm my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
Scripted adornment 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 beginnings saying I thought it would work
All my speech is riddled annulment
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I I should
I'm my things and I'm leaving for good in November
I don't know when I'll to you
I guess when both our eyes finally died
I still to try