Song parody of
Collarbone
by School of X
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Won’t you meet me by the sycamore
And treat me like you’re sick of all the bleeding
I’ve been causing you come greet me by the collarbone
You see I’m just a pauper babe with dreams of being someone else
Release me from these gulping days I’m feeble from my hollow haze
Up till the morning
I hang by the corners
You know where to find me if
You need something harder
To get through the quarters
You know you can count on me
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
Heard one singing from the poplar trees
About horrors of our history
I’m sorry it’s reality
cause Billie is the only queen
Up till the morning
I hang by the corners
You know where to find me if
You need something harder
To get through the quarters
You know you can count on me
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and bout to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
Where’s your mind
You’re not by my side
Whenever I call you fight me, ah ah
Where’s your mind
I think you lost it
Forever and always blinded, ah ah
Ah na
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and bout to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
Won’t you meet me by the sycamore
And treat me like you’re sick of all the bleeding
I’ve been causing you come greet me by the collarbone
You see I’m just a pauper babe with dreams of being someone else
Release me from these gulping days I’m feeble from my hollow haze
Up till the morning
I hang by the corners
You know where to find me if
You need something harder
To get through the quarters
You know you can count on me
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
Heard one singing from the poplar trees
About horrors of our history
I’m sorry it’s reality
cause Billie is the only queen
Up till the morning
I hang by the corners
You know where to find me if
You need something harder
To get through the quarters
You know you can count on me
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and bout to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
Where’s your mind
You’re not by my side
Whenever I call you fight me, ah ah
Where’s your mind
I think you lost it
Forever and always blinded, ah ah
Ah na
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and bout to go dumb
All these stories telling everyone how we still get along
Shallow talk is the way of the wicked all ever do is play games
When tomorrow comes I’ll still be lost and about to go dumb
