I'm excavating words,
But only digging up dirt,
And the letters that my head screams,
Spending gas money,
And taking up to my tummy?,
And I love it that she calls me.
Sucking through my vision an empty wall that's been missing,
Cuz I'm not good looking for sure.
I said I'm working on myself and passed the point of my shell when this body's got me going for.
It's easy if you try without a reason to lie.
Misunderstanding what my eyes do.
They used to see me with reason when they believe it,
Always asking me what I am to you.
Cuz I'm going through the motions,
All these real life notions.
And I'm always always on.
I'm getting good at feeling wrong.
And you love to look at him.
You're telling me you won't give in.
But I'm always always on.
You're getting good at feeling wrong.
Piles and the smiles of every kid passed the mile?,
And the silence that we keep ripped out?.
Passively aggressive turn up about being messy and the girls that talk so loud.
Counting thunderstorms, understanding the norms,
Listen hard to what my words do,
My tongue is always livid, my poetry is frigid,
But my words don't mean a thing to you, cuz I'm...
Going through the motions,
Of these real life notions.
And I'm always always on.
I'm getting good at feeling wrong.
And you love to look at him.
You're telling me you won't give in.
But I'm always always on.
You're getting good at feeling wrong.
I'm burning but I want a warm body next to mine. (next to mine)
I'm sinking to the bottom way down by my flawed design. (3x's)
I'm going through the motions,
Of these real life notions.
And I'm always always on.
I'm getting good at feeling wrong.
And you love to look at him.
You're telling me you won't give in.
But I'm always always on.
I'm getting good at feeling wrong.

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