November 12, 2015

Lyrics

See the fog on the horizon?
It's dancing
and it smells like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
and they sound like tap-dancing shoes
Worms on the bones under beds of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
and they sound like a crooked flute

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