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Wilt
04:28
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Stick a fence in the ground
Gimme 2 x 2
Fertile soil to surround
My pretty petaled pet
&please just watch your step now
It's very delicate
I water it too much &now it's
Drowning
&now it's dying
I'll just take it with me
&fill a pot with dirt
I painted pretty patterns
I promise it won't hurt
Your petals are so big now
Reaching far &wide
You sit up on my window &you're
Wilting
But you're so pretty
They were never beautiful anyway
They always happen day to day
But it's hard to see one die
Knowing it's alive
They were never beautiful anyway
They always happen day to day
But it's hard to let one die
Knowing it's alive
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You've got to know
That you're good &in time
Your slippery boy will fade
Away to a place far &unsafe
I shun myself
Hedonist; Social cues
While you go stir the pot for
Poor working drones all on their phones
Open &warm
Laugh at my stupid jokes
But when it comes to talkin'
We shy away, I stay to play
Stuck to the plan
See you out with your friends
Checkin' in with your unfair
Guardian, wish I was him
Katey
What the hell's wrong with me?
Am I so lame &normal?
Katey
It was the only time
That I actually tried to get something I wanted
Piercing your face
What was it supposed to be?
Wary warning or a
Cultural thing? It's just a ring
More ornate than bold
So I'm told by your soul
Filtering jocks &Prada
You've gotta be a "judgmental being"
Katey
What the hell's wrong with me?
Am I so lame &normal?
Katey
It was the only time
That I actually tried to get something I wanted
I always day
Dreamed about feelin' your
Softness against my jaw but
Not in this place, not in this place
Something's not right
When your best shot at a
Sincere moment's bookended
By crooked pubs, just drunken hugs
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small
04:34
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Success
You don't wish me the best
Just get it off of your chest
Now I'm comin' for your trophy
Case, chase
Come catch me in this space
&don't trip on all of that space
Small, nothin' to be scared of
Sheltered
Locked up in a cage
I swear that I'm cuttin' I have all the time
Chimes, it's time to get a bit older
Now, bleed
I'll cut you with my key
I'm twistin' that thing'a with glee
Gloves - I'm wearin' 'em all of the time now
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against a wall
Good thing it's small
Fuck this
All of this visual shit
I'll jump outta my skin
Then you won't be lookin' so happy
Freak out
Said I wish I suffered from gout
The pity I'd get would check out
&you'd feel just a little bit cooler
Clean wash
You keep all of your points
I swear that I got 'em I hoard 'em I do
Not give into all of that bullshit
You do
ha ha ha you do
ha ha ha ha ha you doooo
Good luck gettin' anywhere nearer
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against a wall
Good thing it's small
Well Jesus Christ I said I'm tryin'a catch the wind
Everybody else is bracin' 'gainst their skin
It's like I'm pushin' heavy boulders up against you all
Good thing it's small yeah
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In what timeline are we together huh?
In what timeline are we together yeah?
This ain't a machine
That I can jump into
It's just a, a rouse, I'm cut up too. Just drop it
This ain't a trend, said I'm talkin' to you and you won't listen to me
I'm covered up, stifled by your lazy suffocatin' hand
When ya gonna start lookin' at me yeah?
My apologies for bein' 5 feet, yeah
It's not pain if it's productive in practice
It's not pain if it makes you feel fervent
It's not pain I said it's not pain I said it's not pain no
It's not pain if it makes you feel right
I'm straight sorry my jacket's cotton, yeah
I'm straight sorry my hair is cleaned up, yeah
I wanna keep you safe from the knife that's stuck in myself
I hide it, yeah. I'm bleedin'
I'd grab your neck if you wanted me to but you would never know it
I got a car and you'd just be my girl but you don't wanna click it
When ya gonna start lookin' at me yeah?
My apologies for bein' 5 feet, yeah
It's not pain if it's productive in practice
It's not pain if it makes you feel fervent
It's not pain I said it's not pain I said it's not pain no
It's not pain if it makes you feel right
I'm covered up stifled by your lazy suffocatin' hand
Said I would talk but you're messin' around and sayin' that I can't
When ya gonna start lookin' at me yeah?
My apologies for bein' 5 feet, yeah
When ya gonna start lookin' at me yeah?
My apologies for bein' 5 feet, yeah
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