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Problems and promises
Run
Keep me from your cotton skies,
fill my mouth with autumn,
hide silent in the forest
the twig is about to break
Wait
Let the oars float away,
stay still within your seat,
tremble fingers on deep water,
anger slips beneath our lake.
I'm sorry
Bind my hands too tight,
make my fists unfold.
Foundation on a bruise,
sunglasses for your lies.
I'm so sorry
Paper mache us our masks,
stretched thin on blue balloons,
we'll dress in Sunday best,
and forgive me my abuse.
Help me
Find the bars and fix them to my cage,
rage in every open bottle.
I am and I will always be so
let my feet find broken glass,
on every step I fail to take,
drench my shirt in stale pain,
but let my hollows fill again.
I promise
This time, I will change.
Come here.
Keep me from your cotton skies,
fill my mouth with autumn,
hide silent in the forest
the twig is about to break
Wait
Let the oars float away,
stay still within your seat,
tremble fingers on deep water,
anger slips beneath our lake.
I'm sorry
Bind my hands too tight,
make my fists unfold.
Foundation on a bruise,
sunglasses for your lies.
I'm so sorry
Paper mache us our masks,
stretched thin on blue balloons,
we'll dress in Sunday best,
and forgive me my abuse.
Help me
Find the bars and fix them to my cage,
rage in every open bottle.
I am and I will always be so
let my feet find broken glass,
on every step I fail to take,
drench my shirt in stale pain,
but let my hollows fill again.
I promise
This time, I will change.
Come here.
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