[Side note -- lack of updates due to broken leg/pain meds.]
I'm making all the pretty turns
and run around words
but I can seem to veil my meaning
quite thickly enough
what if you see me, really see me
what if you don't need me, won't need me
and here I am, open again
showing you all the inches of my skin
and here I am, love drunk again, struck again
work is supposed to make you think
but my heart is still just so thin
hear me, here boy
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