Flowers Taped To Pens - I Suppose It's Just Our Nature | Текст песни

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• Flowers Taped To Pens
• I Suppose It's Just Our Nature

I’ll bite through my cheek
to prove i’m still here
you can’t replace the feeling of
adapting to feel at all

nihilistic, reserved, defensive and not unheard
so praise yourself for
being alive the masochist dance goes on
Soft breath, black lungs, empty sighs, tired cries,
I can’t recall
a time when we cherished our condition

We are insecurtities packed in perfectly frail bodies,
isn’t that the complexity that we romanticized?
With a self deprived notion that things won’t get better.
(It gets better)
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