Stranger Faces
You can break my bones better than I can kick stones
I'm sorry, I can't do much else
But it's not my fault why everything is so wrong
I'm still around when you need my help
My thoughts are for free, so don't poke holes in my dreams
My thoughts are for free, so don't poke holes in my dreams
I can stay in bed if I want to I'll die poor
You can win the race I want to see the world
There are shadows for sale sent in the mail I wanna buy a silhouette I'll call it a song
I don't care where it comes from
I think I have some money left but who knows what I would need it for, I'll never win that race
But I wanna try to see the world
I took a break from missing home but no one said I'd be gone for this long
With an empty throat and a poem to scream, ' these words must rhyme!' oh, this child, he climbs in me
From a park where I made some friends well it's been some time
I must pretend with the stranger faces I've met
I call them friends, I'll call them what I want to
Whatever makes sense is never a possibility
My sisters made some lemonade they put too much coffee I'm afraid, I still had a cup or three
We cracked an egg one summer day on the sidewalk where our chalk would lay rubbing off on our jeans
I'm sorry, I can't do much else
But it's not my fault why everything is so wrong
I'm still around when you need my help
My thoughts are for free, so don't poke holes in my dreams
My thoughts are for free, so don't poke holes in my dreams
I can stay in bed if I want to I'll die poor
You can win the race I want to see the world
There are shadows for sale sent in the mail I wanna buy a silhouette I'll call it a song
I don't care where it comes from
I think I have some money left but who knows what I would need it for, I'll never win that race
But I wanna try to see the world
I took a break from missing home but no one said I'd be gone for this long
With an empty throat and a poem to scream, ' these words must rhyme!' oh, this child, he climbs in me
From a park where I made some friends well it's been some time
I must pretend with the stranger faces I've met
I call them friends, I'll call them what I want to
Whatever makes sense is never a possibility
My sisters made some lemonade they put too much coffee I'm afraid, I still had a cup or three
We cracked an egg one summer day on the sidewalk where our chalk would lay rubbing off on our jeans
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