Lyrics

Rami from the block was just 13 The iodine burn taught him how to be mean The crack of the whip taught him how to be quick And the cameras to be unseen The aftermath of the fact was not too great Sitting in the park when it's too late I said I'd rather not, but now I'm all caught So sitting in the dark is my bright fate Try to break it up with a beating stick Can't mend a wound with a quick fix Guess you're kinda stuck with your traumas in a trunk So take it out on someone with bad luck You can't use, you can't use my fear against me 'Cause I love the breeze from the catastrophe You can't use, you can't use my fear against me You can't use, you can't use my fear against me 'Cause I love the breeze from the catastrophe You can't use, you can't use my fear against me This is a love song for geometry I'm doing fine with the asymmetry This is a love song for geology 'Cause sticks and stones may break my bones, but dirt won't ever hurt me There are bears to be scared of and rattlesnakes to fear And if the winter won't kill us, then the mosquitoes buzzing near The figures in the dark want the beating of your heart And the cloak and dagger thieves with their greed You can't use, you can't use my fear against me 'Cause I love the breeze from the catastrophe You can't use, you can't use my fear against me You can't use, you can't use my fear against me 'Cause I love the breeze from the catastrophe You can't use, you can't use my fear against me This is- This is a love song for geometry I'm doing fine with the asymmetry 'Cause like a glove, you fit me perfectly This is a love song for geology 'Cause sticks and stones may break my bones, but dirt won't ever hurt me This is- Rami from the block was just 13 The iodine burn taught him how to be mean The crack of the whip taught him how to be quick And the cameras to be unseen The aftermath of the fact was not too great Sitting in the park when it's too late I said I'd rather not, but now I'm all caught So sitting in the dark is my bright fate Try to break it up with a beating stick Can't mend a wound with a quick fix Guess you're kinda stuck with your traumas in a trunk So take it out on someone with bad luck
Writer(s): Dori Sadovnik, Niv Arzi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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