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Sleeping on the centerline
Cover me now, don't burry me
I am smaller now, never was free
I never held any weight, any breath
I guess maybe now, I missed my time
I am smaller, smaller than before
Open these doors
I never slept here
I never swept my salt away
Show me a perfect way to sway
Show me how to cleanse myself
I never had wealth
I never blossomed
I never slept in roses
Never got away from traps
Never got deep enough
Only scraping off the dead skin
The tissue is aching
I get thirsty
And start tornadoes
I keep glowing
Panic-manic fanatic falling at the seems
All my pieces, a tide-dye puzzle
Trances are following
Strolling down a broken road
Bones are scattered in my view
I knew blood collected here
Cover up the old scares
Making room for new
I spit on my heart
I need a filler
I need something else
Mop me up, and sweep me away
I am your dust
Disgust and distrust my flustered bomb
From watery eye's, does the blood bother?
No pills allowed, I am collecting
I need a filler
Growing pains, and inertia moans
I should have known
I should have changed
Here's to hope
Hearing hope
I wish to smell you,
touch you, graze you
I think i am losing
I keep dreaming, keep drifting
Keep imagining, keep raining saltwater.
I am smaller now, never was free
I never held any weight, any breath
I guess maybe now, I missed my time
I am smaller, smaller than before
Open these doors
I never slept here
I never swept my salt away
Show me a perfect way to sway
Show me how to cleanse myself
I never had wealth
I never blossomed
I never slept in roses
Never got away from traps
Never got deep enough
Only scraping off the dead skin
The tissue is aching
I get thirsty
And start tornadoes
I keep glowing
Panic-manic fanatic falling at the seems
All my pieces, a tide-dye puzzle
Trances are following
Strolling down a broken road
Bones are scattered in my view
I knew blood collected here
Cover up the old scares
Making room for new
I spit on my heart
I need a filler
I need something else
Mop me up, and sweep me away
I am your dust
Disgust and distrust my flustered bomb
From watery eye's, does the blood bother?
No pills allowed, I am collecting
I need a filler
Growing pains, and inertia moans
I should have known
I should have changed
Here's to hope
Hearing hope
I wish to smell you,
touch you, graze you
I think i am losing
I keep dreaming, keep drifting
Keep imagining, keep raining saltwater.
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