Effervescent
Leaving your mark on spots other than on my sleeve
It doesn't mean a thing until it means a thing
Spending all my time running your lines inside my head
I felt complacent; was I supposed to? I'd like to think so!
Hoping that I never hear the blast beat wake-up call
I'll throw my cell to mute and melt the world with you
I hope that there's a heaven because I've got a couple questions
Like "Can I see my life on repeat and freeze frame at the good parts?"
Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick
And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade
If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool
But there's a standalone that's doing just fine
Holding up the idyllic version of myself in my eighth grade class pic
A dinosaur called Snaggletooth Tiger
Bated-breath praying that you'll think of me as
A bread crumb or dog ear or anything to keep my
Silhouette on the back of your mind
Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick
And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade
If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool
But there's a standalone that's doing just fine
Thinking to myself while I just sit inside this silence
As I watch you stumble into sleep
If I could alter a single thing,
My body would remain this shape I hate
There's nowhere I'd rather be
It doesn't mean a thing until it means a thing
Spending all my time running your lines inside my head
I felt complacent; was I supposed to? I'd like to think so!
Hoping that I never hear the blast beat wake-up call
I'll throw my cell to mute and melt the world with you
I hope that there's a heaven because I've got a couple questions
Like "Can I see my life on repeat and freeze frame at the good parts?"
Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick
And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade
If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool
But there's a standalone that's doing just fine
Holding up the idyllic version of myself in my eighth grade class pic
A dinosaur called Snaggletooth Tiger
Bated-breath praying that you'll think of me as
A bread crumb or dog ear or anything to keep my
Silhouette on the back of your mind
Thinking to myself about your disappearing lipstick
And how my cheeks, fatigued, are covered in the same shade
If blessings come as sheep on bedside, mine are losing wool
But there's a standalone that's doing just fine
Thinking to myself while I just sit inside this silence
As I watch you stumble into sleep
If I could alter a single thing,
My body would remain this shape I hate
There's nowhere I'd rather be
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Writer(s): Stanley Brett Fryman
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