Eggshell
I stuff my courage with a sock
I stuff my courage and I know what's going on
And now the language is stuck
Maybe the language doesn't know what's going on
I shrug my luggage off
I shrug my luggage and be painless in a month
I will be holy and bold
Without a handle, as a doll with only a bump
And my body cases lead smoke
Like an eggshell full of black wool
I stuff my courage with some socks
I stuffed my courage, strutted foxy like a fox
And if the body is a rock
Rock body tell me what I'm not
I mark a circle on the floor
I take a breath, and then a toothbrush to my core
And it's a sacred fight
I mist the mirror and it tells me that I'm right
And my body cases lead smoke
Like an eggshell full of black wool
A boy with a bow or a girl without one
A boy with a bow or a girl without one
Is easier said than done
I'm pacing up the edge of my room
Half-proud
Compulsory, essential song
Each line
I sing along, I know that it's wrong
Even now
I still feel fear
Feel caked in wrong
It's in the bell curve
I lick along
And get moral feelings
We'll feast on moths
With salted wings
We'll drink the blood of anything
So let's talk
Creature to creature
I stuff my courage and I know what's going on
And now the language is stuck
Maybe the language doesn't know what's going on
I shrug my luggage off
I shrug my luggage and be painless in a month
I will be holy and bold
Without a handle, as a doll with only a bump
And my body cases lead smoke
Like an eggshell full of black wool
I stuff my courage with some socks
I stuffed my courage, strutted foxy like a fox
And if the body is a rock
Rock body tell me what I'm not
I mark a circle on the floor
I take a breath, and then a toothbrush to my core
And it's a sacred fight
I mist the mirror and it tells me that I'm right
And my body cases lead smoke
Like an eggshell full of black wool
A boy with a bow or a girl without one
A boy with a bow or a girl without one
Is easier said than done
I'm pacing up the edge of my room
Half-proud
Compulsory, essential song
Each line
I sing along, I know that it's wrong
Even now
I still feel fear
Feel caked in wrong
It's in the bell curve
I lick along
And get moral feelings
We'll feast on moths
With salted wings
We'll drink the blood of anything
So let's talk
Creature to creature
Credits
Writer(s): Harry William Burgess, Timothy Richard Harry Slater, Steven John Wells, Thomas James Howe
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