Music Box

Fuck-of-it, don't care much for the fancifacts or phantom limb recitals
Pulling bodies from the lake
Elaborate reenactments, all our mannequins in artificial snow
In every Honda Civic, babe

Sobbing in a t-shirt, nervous in a sundress
Maybe I was lonely, living in your county fair
Claire in her camo, wreaths of novocaine
Thought I was a no-show, didn't even see me there

Some asshole with the Gadsden wrapped around his hand
Living like a prima donna at the rodeo
Dizzy feigns of light above us
Dizzy, I was dizzy, do-or-die
Or I don't know, just do-si-do



Credits
Writer(s): Leon Hedstrom
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