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::: Doubt You :::
having a mild-mannered affair with your reflection
my self esteem is based on the colour of your eyes
your secret love confessions mean the world to me
well, this is where the paper trail begins to bleed
it only starts to work if it drips below the surface
fading delicately through all these self-assurances
a lie of buttermilk and sweet kisses never granted
not that we actually wanted them in the first place
you couldn't think to know what I want you to say
it doesn't matter all that much, I'm just a dreamer
these images escape my lips before I can edit you
falling onto the floor in tiny splotches of faith
there's dirt on this floor that needs to remain
hidden beneath the fallen sheets and always dark
mixed from blood and crushed souls to give birth
but that's just how it needs to be, and always is
my self esteem is based on the colour of your eyes
your secret love confessions mean the world to me
well, this is where the paper trail begins to bleed
it only starts to work if it drips below the surface
fading delicately through all these self-assurances
a lie of buttermilk and sweet kisses never granted
not that we actually wanted them in the first place
you couldn't think to know what I want you to say
it doesn't matter all that much, I'm just a dreamer
these images escape my lips before I can edit you
falling onto the floor in tiny splotches of faith
there's dirt on this floor that needs to remain
hidden beneath the fallen sheets and always dark
mixed from blood and crushed souls to give birth
but that's just how it needs to be, and always is