lipstick, mirrors, mysteries
i have a secret i can't keep
and it grows inside of me
til it is too deep
i see the ghost's grin, manifesting
through the glass, maybe
you were just a dream
when i slept in class
i know your name, but it doesn't fit
nothing could possibly contain your essence
through a hole in the fence
you saw me in the garden on a bench
and sometimes i pretend
this is all my imagination
break a dish, put it in the cupboard again
as if it never happened
watching the olympics
talking about who'd win
everything is a war these days
it's time we work out an armistice
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
lipstick, mirrors, mysteries
i have a secret i can't keep
and it grows inside of me
til it is too deep
i see the ghost's grin, manifesting
through the glass, maybe
you were just a dream
when i slept in class
i know your name, but it doesn't fit
nothing could possibly contain your essence
through a hole in the fence
you saw me in the garden on a bench
and sometimes i pretend
this is all my imagination
break a dish, put it in the cupboard again
as if it never happened
watching the olympics
talking about who'd win
everything is a war these days
it's time we work out an armistice
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