Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath my arm
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All the framed, different poses of places I'll soon forget
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That I'll soon forget
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Tell me again that part how you didn't feel a thing
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That part how you never actually really ever did
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And lift yourself from my grip
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But don't fall asleep
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Nothing you say can or will ever penetrate
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These walls that I create
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When you spew that barage of insulting words
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No that isn't all, that isn't all
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Five stitches seal the crease
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From the fit fueled by your aching
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You're so temperamental darling
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With your little disease
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I'm happy for you baby, but I don't wanna know
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Petals
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The Honorary Title |