Foxing - Friendly Homes | Текст песни

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defanged & declawed, the tigers have found me and i don't care
the boroughs were swarming with such average stylings, looks, & loves
& i was floating alone around a crowded room
when i should break bonds & sail on to California
(spend time ready to go)

sad true, I try to get to you through trip wires and glue
halos worn and thin, they don't mean a thing

these arms are made of ships, i've felt their anchors weight
so caviler in context, indifference kept at bay
it's a mere mouth in a midwestern state
these hands are made of wood, i've felt their splinters
they're white as winter they're black as cinder in a midwestern state