Sly
Say it's hard to stand up, oh, so, straight
Moving fast, it comes to pass
All too late
Stitch tween moments lost, the thought, of your face
Talks of home, the written poems, without a trace
Are you really fine
All that seems sublime
Maybe scared of trying
In the mirror you start to leer
You might become all that you fear
Stitch tween moments lost, the thought, of your face
Talks of home, the written poems, without a trace
Dusted threads, we make amends, that bleed
Subtlety my sympathies
Moving fast, it comes to pass
All too late
Stitch tween moments lost, the thought, of your face
Talks of home, the written poems, without a trace
Are you really fine
All that seems sublime
Maybe scared of trying
In the mirror you start to leer
You might become all that you fear
Stitch tween moments lost, the thought, of your face
Talks of home, the written poems, without a trace
Dusted threads, we make amends, that bleed
Subtlety my sympathies
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Writer(s): Joshua Slater
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