Trophywife - Pocket Knives | Текст песни

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Build me in a fortress you've made out of petty things
I will decide to bury my mind but you'll still think that you can read mine
You can't read mine.
I'm crying come and see this world is far too close for me to breathe in this air to swim in this sea
I'm already uncomfortably close to nothing
Close to nothing
Count on all your feelings sparingly
To me this earth moves much too slowly
Come and find me in the house built from everything that you left out in suspense of whats to come
Don't leave my finger on the gun
Because I do believe in a world of what’s to come
Should I find myself without anywhere to run turn me a servant into a make believe artist of uncommon dignities
Uncommon dignities
I'm not leaving without blood on my hands neck and face
Put down a tragedy placed inside a makeshift ghost of me
I'm trying to give these people something to fight about
You're out of breath
You're in denial
You're acting now
Play dumb a while
You're out of breath
You're in denial
Play dumb
Play dumb
Play dumb and look down
You're out of breath
You're in denial
You're acting now
Force a smile
Don’t expect them to direct their anger at anyone but you
That’s right haven’t you heard?
What they’ve been through
Oh no how could you?
I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving without a war
I'm not leaving

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