Unlocking metaphors
Caches that were safe before
Lost their secrets to the
Sittin' here I'm dwellin' on the things that I keep
Cellar door, what's the use
Cellar door, are you open to
Someone tell me what to do
I feel like I must
Though I'm young and cynical
It's not my only crime
I've been
Now I've come to cry
Shed your skin to rest my
You wanna catch your breath, you wanna get out
But as
Saturday what a day, what a silly little day
Time to
You drank a bit down, spilled the rest of it
Painted eyes and empty streets are taking it down
Selling perfect
Feeling like I can't forgive but I want to
It's like
They woke me up again;
It’s going to be another restless
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