Calluses
Took a couple years to turn my weaknesses to strengths
Took a few more years to learn that that makes no goddamn sense
I write pros and cons until my fingers get all callused
You hold my hand, I read your palm
I read your tarot, you think it's magic
But it's just rote, it's just practice
It just comes with practice
I'm not even trying anymore
Dig a hole and let nature run its course
'Cause nothing comes as naturally to me as hiding, or you
Rotten floorboards ripped from the front porch
While you were out someplace chasing storms
Let's see how far you'll dig
You'll just get calluses
I hate having opinions, I wish my true colors were grey
Dressing up my skeletons to put them on display
You feel my palm, you feel my fingertips and my calluses
And you laugh and you say that I'm talented
But that's just practice
Plaster my lips in vinyl and I'll spin and I'll spin
You can dig me all the way to China
You'll just get calluses
Suppose sometime in some past life, I must have been an escape artist
Who boasted he could hold his breath for 5 whole minutes
It was probably less
Took a few more years to learn that that makes no goddamn sense
I write pros and cons until my fingers get all callused
You hold my hand, I read your palm
I read your tarot, you think it's magic
But it's just rote, it's just practice
It just comes with practice
I'm not even trying anymore
Dig a hole and let nature run its course
'Cause nothing comes as naturally to me as hiding, or you
Rotten floorboards ripped from the front porch
While you were out someplace chasing storms
Let's see how far you'll dig
You'll just get calluses
I hate having opinions, I wish my true colors were grey
Dressing up my skeletons to put them on display
You feel my palm, you feel my fingertips and my calluses
And you laugh and you say that I'm talented
But that's just practice
Plaster my lips in vinyl and I'll spin and I'll spin
You can dig me all the way to China
You'll just get calluses
Suppose sometime in some past life, I must have been an escape artist
Who boasted he could hold his breath for 5 whole minutes
It was probably less
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