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
scrape you off the pavement
just like i said i would
but
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
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