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Leaving your mark on spots other than on my sleeve It doesn't mean a thing until it means a thing Spending all my time running your lines inside my head I felt complacent; was I supposed to? I'd like to think so! Hoping that I never hear the blast beat wake-up call I'll throw my cell to mute and melt the world with you I hope that there's a heaven because I've got a couple questions Like "Can I see my life on repeat and freeze frame at the good parts?" Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool But there's a standalone that's doing just fine Holding up the idyllic version of myself in my eighth grade class pic A dinosaur called Snaggletooth Tiger Bated-breath praying that you'll think of me as A bread crumb or dog ear or anything to keep my Silhouette on the back of your mind Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool But there's a standalone that's doing just fine Thinking to myself while I just sit inside this silence As I watch you stumble into sleep If I could alter a single thing, My body would remain this shape I hate There's nowhere I'd rather be
Writer(s): Stanley Brett Fryman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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