Polaroids of passing planes
Canola oil left lasting stains
She controls her voice to bypass his fate
Said I'm only yours if you'll ask the same
Said I'd miss you more if you just asked my name
She's her brother's whore and her mother's favorite
Cuts and sores running down her legs
Said I'm only yours if you'll ask the same
Haunt me like what I was back then
If you don't mind we can just pretend
And even as we reach the end
You make me wish I was someone else
But what if what if
But what if it's all true
But what if what if
What if I'm the one for you
Polaroids of passing planes
Canola oil left lasting stains
She controls her voice to bypass his fate
Said I'm only yours if you'll ask the same
Said I'd miss you more if you just asked my name
She's her brother's whore and her mother's favorite
Cuts and sores running down her legs
Said I'm only yours if you'll ask the same
Navy blue waves all around
Conversations watered down
Never know what to talk about
Don't listen to me
Her face went blue same lockjaw smile
Said maybe you changed it's not my style
I'm the same as you but I'm not as proud
Those things you do make me nauseous
How do I sleep at night knowing what I did
My teeth still grind when I think of it
Oceans of ice break boats and rip
Through the freeze or flight fight with unclenched fists
Never heard her side but she
Heard every word and lie you breathed
Never knew what she liked to drink
But she's everything that I'd like to be
Navy blue waves all around
Conversations watered down
Never know what to talk about
Don't listen to me
Where'd you learn to spit so far
You took a lot in the back seats of cars
You're all ugly with your eyes stained black
I like you best when you're starting to crack
Sit on your hands till they fall asleep
Sit in the mud until you start to weep
And when your body starts to decay
I'll say I always liked you better this way
Cause you were always too big for this world
Cause your stomachs filled with water and pearls
Navy blue waves all around
Conversations watered down
Never know what to talk about
Don't listen to me
Her face went blue same lockjaw smile
Said maybe you changed it's not my style
I'm the same as you but I'm not as proud
Those things you do make me nauseous how
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