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Straighten up my for my mother and mirrors
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to
Feeling like a kid ten dollar chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed to your closing door
Thought a of scenery would make me feel better
Moved four miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a in a counseling session
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one I choke on my words
in comes the church with the answers
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 apologetic
I'm my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
Scripted adornment 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 down it's a commitment
And toasting new beginnings sorry I thought it would work
All my speech is riddled annulment
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I
I'm my things and I'm leaving for good in November
I know when I'll talk to you
I guess when both our eyes have finally
I still to try