Cotton preshrunk displays games we play Colors run and colors fade I cant pick a side to pick a fight on Its more of me than I am of it I cant win I cant win I cant win I cant win I cant win Now my tongue has tangled me toothless And we dont have a thought between us In this one light room in this neon museum the walls itch in closer I remember every conversation I remember everything I forgot to have Starchy retort scripted questions I never cared to ask about Starchy product scripted people I never asked to care about I cant win My skin was shrinking when she told me dont worry honey You cant look at the sky without looking right through it
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