| The way that your heart falls inside of that bottle
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| Makes me accept the truth
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| We’re not young but not old, just look how our past rolled
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| Us both inside a cocoon
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| The way that your heart falls inside of that bottle
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| Makes me accept the truth
|
| We’re not young but not old, just look how our past rolled
|
| Us both inside a cocoon
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| Still feeling nauseous after I gain consciousness
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| Wish I could see things through
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| Am I still obnoxious? |
| How’s my new confidence?
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| It’s still fake, I’m still not worth you
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| Curled spine, cold like
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| Crushed dreams in the summer time
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| Lost by night light
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| It’s still the same, nothing feels right
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| The way that your heart falls inside of that bottle
|
| Makes me accept the truth
|
| We’re not young but not old, just look how our past rolled
|
| Us both inside a cocoon
|
| The way that your heart falls inside of that bottle
|
| Makes me accept the truth
|
| We’re not young but not old, just look how our past rolled
|
| Us both inside a cocoon |