Shaking my teeth loose on your table
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The dullest white squares I'll never be
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Now that you've picked each one apart you can't look at me
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I'll probably lose you now
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But at least the ones I have still sparkle
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Putting on your makeup everyday before he wakes up
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So he could stomach your face now easier than he could without
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Yeah this is love
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This is all that you could want
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Open equals heavier
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Hold your hand out palm side up
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Open, empty, light enough
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Minutes all turn to months
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This is one thing we have all learned
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Equations always make up a sum
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But it doesn't add up
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Signing up for that second semester
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Because you won't marry me without the degree
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Once I fix things up right you wont be so embarrassed of me
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But I'll never make it now
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But at least looking in the mirror wont feel like lying
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Posing for your stilted visions
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Acedemic postcard prisons
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Raise your chin, love
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Purged a poem I swore was finished
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Heaping lines half chewed unconscious
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Settle on a plot, chalk another loss
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Stage set for
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Breathing and choking on swallowed conversations
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Clutching and crawling for constant validation
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Still nailed in the ruins of corporate co-dependence
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Still stuck on the thought that you're the one exception
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All the while the same
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I'm worried that the purpose is
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How I look, not how I lived
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Let's get dolled up and play pretend
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Cause nothing stays honest when
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Every thought is cursed with intent
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A pulse covered in skin and words covered in lips
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The taste of regret as it leaves your stomach
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Coating your tongue with every noun
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Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now
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Spitting your insides out
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Start over
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Start over
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Start over
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Start over
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Start over
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Grace
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Dear and the Headlights |