He's on the bathroom floor again,
The cold is seeping through
Just below my right eye
Settle something sweet
Greet me with your
And I feel them closing in
Setting war against the battleground
Both
Hey, hey a la
Hey, hey a la
Hey, hey a la
Hey
And I'm standing there before you
And I'm speechless to the
Take another look around
These silly thoughts of mine
Try to scrape
I'm a little inclined to quiet my mind
If I cannot
All I wanted was to be brought to my knees
But
I gaze at my reflection
Try to find a funny thing
I think I made me/may be wise
I think you made
I know somebody taught me
Patience is a virtue, and I'll
Where does the world/wound begin
In a closet full of toys
Or
Had I been wise
Had it been anyone but me
I would
Virginia
Matt Caplan
She said she was a visionary
We all knew she
Something in the way the incense
Mingled with the smell of
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