He's candy store sticky sweet
rots my teeth, rots my teeth
but he melts on my tongue
sticks to my gums
'till my throat scratches numb
Fear of Heights
I fell from a pedestal
"well, is this it?"
on the ground, now
here I sit
getting to the top
takes a long time
knocks the wind out of you
that's the price of the climb
so don't place me up there
so haphazardly
just because you're tall, naturally
it doesn't mean a thing
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