What do you leave out when you tell me the truth?
Is it just me? Or is it something I do?
What were you saying, about the world and its perks?
All of it’s beauty, buried underneath the dirt
Let’s go into the city where I’ll figure out my worth
Into the city, where I’ll be buried in my best fall clothes
What do you leave out when you tell me the truth?
Is it just me or is there something I can do?
What do you mean, when you tell me you’re fine?
This paranoia is creeping inside my mind
Oh well

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