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