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what to do about them lp tall ships such a brat i knew i was wrong couldn't settle down maybe i'll just take a walk why don't you just shut the fuck up your mouth is closed your mind's made up i slipped out i went to your door the light was out you wouldn't talk to me no more but when she comes it's like a big brass lantern blowing her out but like a light she likes to burn sarah sitting sarah sitting in her house painting each nail like it's a watercolor all day i sit here waiting for my fastidious flower look here at her table her life is filled with perfect pictures reds and blues in the upstairs room but i'm far too shy to try them too tossed and turned all night long and in the morning my mind's as good as gone she is filling up my head with song but she won't tell the words so i can't sing along her life of artistic freedom what if i had it wrong and she knew that but she felt that i could and she said that i had it wrong what if she don't come back and goes away to a place and finds it's better/badder i might just crawl away never go home again home again didn't understand crushed up in her hand and we slid down on the beach and sand and i could not let go rearrange in your head to see her hair here on your bed outside it's so cold and i don't want to let it go soft and sweet her cheeks turn red in a blush from your smile it warms up your heart and runs your head another mile it's the last breath for you're in the cold cold car tangled hair in my arms rearrange in your head to see her hair here on your bed outside it's so cold and i don't want to let it go upstairs dread coming home and sitting here all alone phone's in my hand underneath it's itching mad lying all alone electricity makes me feel so strong i tried to sit i couldn't stand it i covered my face up real slow like running upstairs dread coming home sitting upstairs alone hold her in your hands it's good to wish you could you can my face is in my palms electricity makes her seem so strong i tried to sit i couldn't stand it i covered my face up real slow like running upstairs running straight home there is no one there you can hide running upstairs chris r in her desk beneath her chair we found clumps of hair here and there out in the hall chris stumbled and fell i slipped back inside my wall to hide behind the walls it goes on for miles through empty rooms he slowly smiles but late at night when you're alone hands first through the cracks then come the feet to your bed to lick where you bled on your scraped knee scraped just for me behind the walls it goes on for miles through empty rooms he slowly smiles cousteau all i'm sayin it's in your mind dear it's there to find and you can't find down from just watching you you can run dear but it's not the same to me hang around me won't you hang around me