Theres bricks in the yard
falling where they flew,
I'm sure mom
well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard
get too cold,
Everything I touch turns to shit
Everyone I try to love
Love grows in me like a tumor
Parasite bent on devouring
heart attack
junk in the box
i've been here so long
i'm starting
I can't make real life as good as television
One shoe
I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't
I've still got three fingers left on this hand
take off
Here is a heart
Here is a heart
I made it for
I kick you like a dog that never gets fed,
kick
Wake up alone,
oh you do what you're told;
It keeps coming,
fall to sleep, fall to sleep
it's you i long to
I can't make real life as good as television
One shoe
i've got secrets up to here, love
don't you worry your
Hark the herald angels sing
But not for us my dear
I
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