If the Mask Fits Swore I saw you right in front of me You made faces and asked me to leave But if I'm not gone on the count of three I'll fool you into making me believe You're all misspelled words on origami pages In illuminated cages on a pharma dossier You're wearing out your gray nightgown I made a grave for growing old The hardest part of giving up is knowing how to write it down And we were safer in the ground And it's your best work, I'll admit But you wrote it with same hand that you folded your money with Now who gets the royalty check The drunk who wrote the story Or the bottle that commissioned it? Take it all with a tall pillar of table salt Make a pig's ear out of one's right eye Take a knee, break a wing Never kill a bird that sings Never trust the hand you're shaking Make me believe Solemnly swear to me That you wrote the last line Your heart might attack If you ever see heaven Tell them 'buy my ticket back' Trading all the words you stole I held on, you were letting go The hardest part of giving up is knowing how to let me down So how does the story end now?
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