| So much space can fit in a sigh
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| More than words can say
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| I’m left here standing with my hands all awkward
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| Trying to mend space
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| I used to know you
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| But not anymore
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| Your substance has been subtracted
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| Word by word
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| Silence in my ears, where once you offered your conviction
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| Your promises are dry beads that crack with nostalgia
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| But that’s alright, that’s okay
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| Never shoulda given myself to you anyway
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| Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
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| Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
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| To a carnivore
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| To a carnivore
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| Your soul is an inkstain
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| Your perfection is amend
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| And you’re as fragile as your thoughtlessness
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| But you’re as strong as you can bend
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| You could only believe in embryos
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| So you held all your high hopes through a telescope
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| Lavender haunted you so I could
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| Only laugh in yellow
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| Yes, you have a genius for subtlety
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| I slip through the fingers of your ambiguity
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| But that’s alright, that’s okay
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| Never shoulda given myself to you anyway
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| Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
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| Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
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| To a carnivore
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| And I don’t know what I did
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| But I won’t do it again,
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| this time I’ll be my own best friend
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| And I take back my songs and my poetry
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| And next time I won’t be so easy to read
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| And I’ll never trust my pink, fleshy no
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| Never trust my pink, fleshy heart, no
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| Never trust my pink, fleshy heart
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| To a carnivore
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| To a carnivore
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| To a carnivore |