Bruises

When I take a bite I have to eat the whole thing up
When I pick a fight I have to be the one who's right
I'll just take the bruises with the fruit and
I'll just take the bruises with the losers too
Just another kind of girl with a mother and a world
All her own you can't reach the telephone it'll just beep
Is she dying is she dead she's alone inside her head does she need any help
What a lonely place to be when will you all leave me be
To spend time with misery she's always good company
I know you all wish me well it's too bad I'm headed for hell
I'm too paranoid to breathe there's no thought I can believe
I'm a pebble I'm a flee I have fallen from my tree
Rotting fruit bruises by me on the floor of my dreams
Nothing to do but stare up at the ceiling now
That I'm peeling I am soft you can eat me if you want
When I take a bite I have to eat the whole thing up
When I pick a fight I have to be the one who's right
I'll just take the bruises with the fruit and
I'll just take the bruises with the losers too



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Writer(s): Tuesday Foust
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