We walked around like statues in the dark cold minutes of night
Those ripped up feelings that fall short of meaning
Fall short of meaning it twice
We put half in a bottle, give half to you
If not for your mother you would've blown that too
Those ripped up feelings that fall short of meaning
Fall short of meaning
Fall short of meaning it twice
I'll bury a flower for every door
The words they just go right
Into me
I'll bury the power but you can't ignore
The words they just go right
Into me
Falling to the bathroom floor
You'll get what you want when you're right
Falling to the bathroom floor
You'll get what you want when you don't want it anymore
What's so heavy about the stale cold fuck of a crooner's mouth
Does he even know the blues?
He was schooled at home
He was schooled at home
Pinned to the ground by some kids he knows
We walked around like statues in the dark cold minutes of night
You'll never get to see it
It tips if it's leaning
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