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It's ironic - you're not environmentally conscious—— And don't forget, baby, you're the one who said you want this You wanna date her, but then you claim you've had it, So you return like I'm made of paper or plastic Crumble me up and throw me away Or repurpose my presence, you wouldn't want me to stray and try to salvage what's left of my shattered broken pieces Keep me compacted tight, make me believe I'm beneath this Shred me, burn me, then keep my remains Just to piece me back together how you want me in your brain One day you'll lose me, I'll become biodegradable, and you'll try to reuse me only to realize I'm not disposable I'm not the insulated coffee cup you settle for when you're in a rush In fact, keep this up and I'll be ice cold to the touch Cut down tree after tree then wonder why you can't catch your breath Dug yourself into a landfill trying to avoid your death Consume me, then remove me, keeping pieces each time But you can take it all, the soul you know's no longer mine
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Recycled Love
It's ironic - you're not environmentally conscious—— And don't forget, baby, you're the one who said you want this You wanna date her, but then you claim you've had it, So you return like I'm made of paper or plastic Crumble me up and throw me away Or repurpose my presence, you wouldn't want me to stray and try to salvage what's left of my shattered broken pieces Keep me compacted tight, make me believe I'm beneath this Shred me, burn me, then keep my remains Just to piece me back together how you want me in your brain One day you'll lose me, I'll become biodegradable, and you'll try to reuse me only to realize I'm not disposable I'm not the insulated coffee cup you settle for when you're in a rush In fact, keep this up and I'll be ice cold to the touch Cut down tree after tree then wonder why you can't catch your breath Dug yourself into a landfill trying to avoid your death Consume me, then remove me, keeping pieces each time But you can take it all, the soul you know's no longer mine
childofchange
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
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