Lyrics:
mine
And I'll lay nothing
Nothing ill-fitting on you
I'll lay nothing
Nothing ill-fitting on you
Instead I'll approach you with kindness
My peace will
Generosity is ill fitting
Does he strike you
Is he delightful
Am I insightful
Does he strike you
Is he delightful
Am I insightful
He wears a big black suit
Mister Felice, six foot tall
One hundred and forty-eight pounds
Soft teeth, sleep deprived, below average student
Owner of two ill-fitting suits
candy through splinters
Squeezed into ill fitting stitches
Squeezed into ill fitting stitches
Stay happy
Stay happy
Stay happy
Stay happy
You're funny,
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
Factions converging on
An ancient frontier
Outside the windows
Underneath the veneer
Burn down our house
ever through
For nothing to come out
Barely ever to return through my window
Again and again
There is so much to feel
An ocean to expect
But its an ill
biggest fear of going over the falls never leaves me
I'm thin, skin, bone and ill fitting prosthetics
A pathetic attempt at matching heart with aesthetics
I
is me
And I will be
You'll all see
I'm the one
I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face
Ill fitting
is me
And I will be
You'll all see
I'm the one
I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face
Ill fitting
all see, I'm the one
I'm the one
I got a Gibson without a case
But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face
Ill-fitting clothes and I blend in
ridiculous, incongruous is Martin a young man
In an ill fitting rain coat. As the boys proceed in their orderly
Way, Martin is left alone. Peculiar,
or the dickhead?
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill-fitting thoughts
A twilight force, she doesn't wanna walk
Your legs start running and your leg gets caught
all see, I'm the one
I'm the one
I got a Gibson without a case
But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face
Ill-fitting clothes and I blend in
ill-fitting wooden teeth,
stained from too much opium, chipped from the years.
The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers.
A piece of cocoanut in a pink
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill-fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk
Your legs start running and your leg gets caught
Canopy 19
Split sleep reaps rewards from ill-fitting thoughts
And twilight forced you to go on a walk
Your legs start running and your leg gets caught
Canopy 19
that blew up your nose
It's my special blend of X coke and K
You should be okay in several hours
He's got over-sized shoes and ill fitting clothes
The static, silent riot I call it
Ill fitting for ill minds
Still trying to follow lines
If I confide in you
My pride aside
Inside I'm seeing something new
potential
wait in line in ill-fitting clothes
only using my gears when it's essential
It depends on where you're sitting
On the company you keep
Comfortable or ill-fitting
Attention that you seek
You never can be too prepared
potential
wait in line in ill-fitting clothes
only using my gears when it's essential
i'm always losing
Positivity is a ruse that's so fucking ill fitting
You can see past it and know it's just sitting
On the edge of my nose just ready
me?
I'm screaming into an empty room full of people
My cries just echo back
My clothes are ill-fitting
My heart is out of beat
My fists are bruised
My
yourself
I never call you it
The hair was just threads connected to you
The clothes had your smell on them
And the name just felt ill fitting
Your love
It
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