*slightly incorrect
Bones In the water by battle of mice
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs I lick my lips But don't be upset, its the only way I know how To show you that I really care I lie to you every chance I get And I make it just close enough to the truth That you go for it every time But dont misunderstand I leave fingerprints outside your window In the shapes of positive messages Ive got a present for you Its made from pieces of my skin Trailing slices of pale light Thread and needle closing in Raking window from the pane And ready to commit Sway back through gray beams of slate On fingers cold and thin
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