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caramia
blank notebook and a back pocket fade
you used to mock me
sometimes i would cry
when i was home later
cause you hurt my feelings
why why why
(why why why)
you said write it down in your notebook
my wanna be harriet the spy
and some say your genius
(genius)
is in your madness
(madness)
will you get better
(will you get better)
and then will you leave us
(will you leave us)

how you mixed with the darkness
at such a young age
(until in your chemistry)
until in your chemistry
(silence and violence)
silence and violence
(silence and violence)
turned silence to rage
(turned silence to rage)
ah

why are dreaming this
one shoe off
and a bridge to cross over
and where is your taxi fare
are you left by yourself
or left by your lover
(are you left by your lover)
for three nights straight now
i dream i kept both of my shoes
but i've forgotten my lines
and i've misplaced my cues
and there's a sea full of faces
and a show to go on
but i'm struck mute at entrance
with nothing to draw from

there were the secrets
the big bang and the bigger joke
you seem to know all of them
that's why injustice makes you red with choke
yeah but you love like you're desperate
you don't know what love is
(if there was one thing)
and i thought if there was one thing i could give you
one thing i could give you
(if there was one thing)
well maybe it was this
the head on the bed board
(sadness)
the anguished repeat
(sadness)
the sweat of our sadness
(sweat of our sadness)
and the twist of the sheets
(twist of the sheets)
i don't want whats best for you
where will i be when you've found it
(where will i where will i)
you know i pray a lot about these bad feelings inside
(where will i where will i be)
i can't pray my way through or around it

hey
why are dreaming this
one shoe off
and a bridge to cross over
(and a bridge to cross over)
and where is your taxi fare
are you left by yourself
(are you left)
or left by your lover
(by yourself)
for three nights straight now
(left by your lover)
you know i keep both of my shoes
(i've got bad feelings inside)
but i've forgotten my lines
(i can't pray through)
i've misplaced my cues
(i can't pray my way around it)
and there's a sea full of faces
and a show to go on
i'm struck mute at entrance
with nothing to draw from

nothing to draw from

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