Из альбома: Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired

You can’t make, you can’t make a mistake
On these kind of ice skates
You can talk, I’ll lay around
So don’t you be my black plastic case for your glasses
You fail to feel time affect you
And I don’t think your confusing refusal to heal
With all your selfishness singing, «I know how, I know how you feel»

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