Funny How?

I love the way you muscle your way through
A dead end escape room like it's your job
Splintered from a past life finish line in sight
"Always in bloom" whispered in my sleep

While you toss and turn your insides out
Confined to a crown too small
Little magic moments real or staged
Right as rain

A candle to evoke the smell of her in your coat
A benevolent ghost lingers round
Cookie cutter self-praise reduced to a catchphrase
One everyone knows tattooed on your brain

While you toss and turn your insides out
Confined to a crown too small
Little magic moments real or staged
Right as rain

Funny how these things
Funny how these things go
Funny how these things
Funny how these things go



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Writer(s): Conor Garrison
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