Sticks (To be Kind)

I hate the notion that it's now worse than before
And I can't reconcile myself to where it all went wrong
Cuz while it's nice to see old friends
I just feel older

So I'll go try and tie some down with promises that bind
But sticks and stones can break your bones so, all the words are lies
And in the trenches you'll meet someone new
And I will too

If love is a choice then why can't I just choose it every time
Cut the creep polygamy, please teach me to be kind

But is it just me or does friendship seem far too cheaply given
Is politeness a poison thing, when rejection is more fitting

Cuz all the crazies come your way
And stick their little hands in your pockets
But you'll let them in for kindness's sake
If you're lonely



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