The dust inside my mouth, as simple as it came is now
Another tasteful ploy that I can hide behind for awhile.
When it starts to rain I think of all the times I didn't open up
Cause all the things I'd say don't express the things I've been thinking of.
Everything I know about everything that I do stems from a stupid youth and a cat/mouse game between my idiot heart and a big dumb brain
Cause it's a little absurd how you always seem to step up to the plate then back away- I've been hit by a pitch once or twice and don't keep score cause it's a waste of time.
Why do you always run when you could be happy?
It doesn't seem you even try.
Why do you just break apart, fight yourself and who you are.
Why do you just break apart?
You know I can't stand it.
You're wearing down my heart and it's crippling in my inexperience
like the first time that I took the stage with crooked knees and a dripping face.
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