Fresh from the stalk I'm honest pour a picture frame it
And tame me stroked hair fell apart and dangled in hands
My man is too few like a train riding past hues of blues
Because the things I knew how I combusted and got flustered
The mustard on my dog slid down
Turn me loose to fill these slots
I'll call into the nonsense and unlock locks
Just the same way I opened you up
Thin shoulders some pressed luck like the leafs in between loose sheets
Kicked off my bed swirled through this world they just don't latch on to right
I don't fit nothing see the seeds to hide and embrace it
Mixed vegetables left out warm on the dinner table
The fables with the precious princesses always seemed unreliable
Who wears white unless under shirts on purpose like a sworn service
Good evil it's a mirrored surface like your glasses left on a surface
When the light shines through and you forgot who missed who
Who found who because you know no clues solid state no names
Just picture frames with strange faces grinning in front of trees
No knees no need for these memories but no way to delete
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