Jon, the Archivist - Acid Neck | Текст песни

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When I get sad I watch your face / the way it moves its endless shapes / the way you laugh and your body shakes / and you clutch your chest and you touch my face
When I get sad I feel your hands / the subtle skin, the way they land / I rub them up against my cheek / I feel them moving as I speak
You clutch my arms, I pull away / I don’t feel beautiful today / you inch away with somber eyes / your sadness forms from my surprise
I feel like an outcast in my own skin / I don’t have your skin / I don’t have my skin
We spend the whole day counting clocks / waiting in line and making talk / I’m never getting what I want / you’re always getting what you want
You tell me that it’s not my fault / they see the nails and not my heart / I’m tired of this, my temper’s on / I turn and tell you to fuck off
I feel like I’m borrowing my heart / I don’t have your heart / I don’t have my heart
I don’t want to hurt you / when you only want to help / I spit my acid on the neck / of every lover in this hell

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