Mr Grimes, in reply (feat. Faithful Johannes)

I can look at the back of my head in the mirror
Any angle I please, for I have 17
The back but never the front
I won't let them see
The world spins against me
Even the phone's ring snoops
It probes with

Shrill
Tosh mate
Fingertips
No one cares
It picks
About your bags of
And, bags of
Picks, bags of
And, bags of
Picks, bags of shite
And why
You need to
Wouldn't it
Wrap this right in
There are truths
They laugh about you now
And wonders
I'm here to talk
In this flat
And bring you back
That would blow
To earth
Your grimey
Come on
Mind, we miss our big T



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