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Fill my diary of a void or it would be a pity
You wouldn't change a thing, but you would trade with me
You wouldn't change a thing, but you would trade with me
Skinned knees, cartoon quicksand, I swear they're pretending
They're counting every minute up until the ending
They're counting every minute up until the ending
Split lips and ashy hands
Split lips and ashy hands
Will I tire like a dog of something to tend to
Or will it mend me to try to mend you?
Did she end where I began like nothing men do
Or will it mend me to try to mend you?
Far away, the tiny hands are ready to fight me
I turn my back, but she looks just like me
I turn my back, but she looks just like me
The other way's a lonely land of laptops and Vespas
What other way to be? The mother of all questions
What other way to be? The mother of all questions
Split lips and ashy hands, mm
Split lips and ashy hands
Will I tire like a dog of something to tend to
Or will it mend me to try to mend you?
Did she end where I began (did she end where I began)
Like nothing men do or will it mend me?
I've never been empty of flesh and blood to bend to
Staying put won't help me, holding out, I end you
They're saying happiness like this, now don't it even tempt you?
I end where you begin or holding out, I end you
Will I tire like a dog of something to tend to
Or will it mend me to try to mend you?
Did she end where I began, like nothing men do
Or will it mend me to try to mend you?