Wrong places,
withdrawn faces,
blurred out cases,
I'm misplaced.
I'm thought out wrong
rolled up in bed sheets
tied around my neck
hanging on a tree
I've been following
this old dream
and frills of this seam.
I taste the sugar
of your fancy
winking eyes
precious minds
little bit insecure
I'm a bore
I must restore
whats left to undo.
Wrong places,
withdrawn faces,
blurred out cases,
I'm misplaced.
Your emptiness crashes
the outer shores
tides begin to rise
pleasantries fade
lost in the shade.
Wrong places,
withdrawn faces,
blurred out cases,
I'm misplaced.
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