Don’t make me go there, I know what I’ll find
Another one just like you
Don’t make me over, I’ve already tried
To turn a snare into a lute
Everyone’s got a couple methods
To salve whatever sense they choose
You will surprise me with the story
Though I’m the one who told you the news
Don’t push me under the threatening tide
To see if my words remain true
Don’t let me know what’s really inside
Or you’ll see what silence can do
Everyone’s got a couple methods
To salve whatever sense they choose
You will surprise me with the story
Though I’m the one who told you the news
Winter is over and plastic is cracked
I want all of those hours of daylight back
All of the curses and well-founded fears
Fill me up like the fruits that never appeared
These are the wages we’ve earned
Piles of paper we’ve burned

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