〈Verse 1〉
Oh me?
I’ve caught my step and fell to my knees
Calling
Thoughts that I wish would haunt me
Honestly
Wandering
Find my head
Few and far in between
Conceive
Corners to put myself in
Once again
〈Chorus〉
I’ve been practicing a new form
Vibrations I hold dear
They’re gonna keep from going
I hope that they mean it
There’s a certain kind of corridor
With portraits that don’t belong to time
〈Verse 2〉
Porcelain
Pale blue dots that twist with the gin
Fall to bits
Or stomach a sense of pretend
How to sit?
A tantrum crept that made me forget
Call a quits
To culture that sleeps with prеtense
〈Chorus〉
I’ve been practicing a nеw form
Vibrations I hold dear
They’re gonna keep from going
I hope that they mean it
There’s a certain kind of corridor
With portraits that don’t belong to time
There’s a current
My forevermore
She lets me swim lost behind the eyes
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