Pressed shirts
And a pretty mouth
Laughing like lace and polite
Mirrors in every inch of every cocktail party
If you feel what im feeling
I can relate to you and know you (your lizard soul)
Finger nails being bitten while (calming your)
No one is watching (core )
Making a note to send flowers (your genitals)
to the sick
Pushing away the dawn-blue thoughts
Of mass agony
A stop sign is a stop sign
Clutching the noisy pills in a brand new purse
Wiping your hand before you meet the love of your life
And then some
(When you)
I’m trying to turn off (escape the)
all my mirrors (funhouse)
I’m stuck in my room (mirror)
On purpose (hall )
With my Toys’ R’ Us (How)
Chemistry set trying to come up (long)
With a way to infect the (does)
Choreographed planet with (it take you)
Asperger’s (to accept the new )
(distortions?)
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 9:39 AM UTC
Pressed shirts
And a pretty mouth
Laughing like lace and polite
Mirrors in every inch of every cocktail party
If you feel what im feeling
I can relate to you and know you (your lizard soul)
Finger nails being bitten while (calming your)
No one is watching (core )
Making a note to send flowers (your genitals)
to the sick
Pushing away the dawn-blue thoughts
Of mass agony
A stop sign is a stop sign
Clutching the noisy pills in a brand new purse
Wiping your hand before you meet the love of your life
And then some
(When you)
I’m trying to turn off (escape the)
all my mirrors (funhouse)
I’m stuck in my room (mirror)
On purpose (hall )
With my Toys’ R’ Us (How)
Chemistry set trying to come up (long)
With a way to infect the (does)
Choreographed planet with (it take you)
Asperger’s (to accept the new )
(distortions?)
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