Turn the camera on
the pictures clearer at least just for me
looking in from the outside
oh what a pleasant place to be
I'm walking home with broken wings
A tongue tied drunk my mother's son
I pet the cats I go to sleep
and dream of all I've never done.
She's got dead butterflies
framed hanging on four bedroom walls
photographs from all the times
we said we forgot but not at all
I'm walking in and biting nails
a hollow shell my father's son
pretend that the grass is green
and tell myself that I'm in love.
Days they blend and never end
sit on the couch till I can't stand
I watch the film I read the book
I see you there but I can't look
I'm walking out I'm saying shit
I can't take back but fine with it
The car is packed the cats are home
I feel so broken and alone.
I'm buying ropes and tying knots
I'm getting rid of all these thoughts
I'm kicking chairs so I can hang
I say my prayers for anything
I wear your clothes and they all fit
a sense of comfort comes with it
I feel ashamed I'm made the fool
it's who I am so kick the stool.
Turn the camera on
the pictures clearer at least for me
looking from the outside
"Oh what a pleasant place to be!"
I'm walking home with broken wings
A tongue tied drunk my mothers son
I pet the cats I go to sleep
Nightmares of the things I've done.
Oh all the things I've done
all the things I've done
all the things I've done...
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