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red clouds begin to combine with that big bright sun
my head tilts back as i start to look above
I'm walking hand in hand with a friends first lover
the one i treat like a sister, who treats me like a brother
speech about, music, and books and girls i like
with all the things said she still thinks everything will be alright
but i'm too far gone and i'm too far out of everything
too close to the end lets start from the beginning
i've washed my veins and kept them on their toes
if i make mistakes i'll just shrug, thats how it goes
with my laces tied tight and a sweatshirt around my waist
i get those looks as if my sense of myself has been erased
where did you? that's what they need to know
hear me say what you see is what i show
my vision is blurred like unwashed glass
of all this world and this world past
on the steps to a cathedral door
when God made this they probably expected more
like a painting with far too many colors
enclosed with bland and splitting shutters
and that vivid shade will never break through
to change the time of that clock and its hands that move
so when that ghost in my closet tries to break free
i'll shut off my mind and tell him to leave, please
i can get along just fine with a clear head
he'll be gone and i'll just right back into bed
my head tilts back as i start to look above
I'm walking hand in hand with a friends first lover
the one i treat like a sister, who treats me like a brother
speech about, music, and books and girls i like
with all the things said she still thinks everything will be alright
but i'm too far gone and i'm too far out of everything
too close to the end lets start from the beginning
i've washed my veins and kept them on their toes
if i make mistakes i'll just shrug, thats how it goes
with my laces tied tight and a sweatshirt around my waist
i get those looks as if my sense of myself has been erased
where did you? that's what they need to know
hear me say what you see is what i show
my vision is blurred like unwashed glass
of all this world and this world past
on the steps to a cathedral door
when God made this they probably expected more
like a painting with far too many colors
enclosed with bland and splitting shutters
and that vivid shade will never break through
to change the time of that clock and its hands that move
so when that ghost in my closet tries to break free
i'll shut off my mind and tell him to leave, please
i can get along just fine with a clear head
he'll be gone and i'll just right back into bed