How else can i say i am not your hide-away
Get your face out from the crook in my arm
And not only I can be what's keeping you alive
If I fall asleep you're gone
And I will build a fort around you
The bricks are drying in the sun
Stay real still I'll soon be done
Because I'm not strong enough to hold you up
I've got a hole inside my gut
and I'ts tearing me apart
Yeah this hole inside my gut
I am small the televisions
falling from the second floor
another scene with sirens
in the front yard for the neighbors
I am small the televisions
falling from the second floor
another scene with sirens
in the front yard for the neighbors
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