Piñata
Stay a little longer sun up in the sky
Let your beauty linger
As we hold back goodbye
Indulging in the moment
Praying we'll forget
That nothing quite says curtains
When they're packed up on the bed
When they're packed up on the bed
Remember vivid faces
Somehow turned obscure
What i once held sacred lost in fog of war
Fighting to retain a shred of what's been left
But i'm stained by shrapnel
Lodged inside my chest
Lodged inside my chest
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
I'm a twisted piñata
Rather break open than bend
Step into the shadows
Unsure of what's inside
No choice but to go further
As it creeps up behind
And I'm inclined to decide
The end before i start
But maybe there's a chance
There can be beauty in this dark
There can be beauty in this dark
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
But I'm a twisted piñata
Rather break open than bend
I'm so bad with seeing the good
It's a problem I know
And I'm so good at feeling bad
And digging a deeper hole
I'm so bad at seeing the good
It's a problem I know
And I'm so good at feeling bad
And digging a deeper hole
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
But I'm a twisted piñata
I'd break before I'd ever bend
Let your beauty linger
As we hold back goodbye
Indulging in the moment
Praying we'll forget
That nothing quite says curtains
When they're packed up on the bed
When they're packed up on the bed
Remember vivid faces
Somehow turned obscure
What i once held sacred lost in fog of war
Fighting to retain a shred of what's been left
But i'm stained by shrapnel
Lodged inside my chest
Lodged inside my chest
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
I'm a twisted piñata
Rather break open than bend
Step into the shadows
Unsure of what's inside
No choice but to go further
As it creeps up behind
And I'm inclined to decide
The end before i start
But maybe there's a chance
There can be beauty in this dark
There can be beauty in this dark
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
But I'm a twisted piñata
Rather break open than bend
I'm so bad with seeing the good
It's a problem I know
And I'm so good at feeling bad
And digging a deeper hole
I'm so bad at seeing the good
It's a problem I know
And I'm so good at feeling bad
And digging a deeper hole
Am I fighting for tradition
Am I calling roses weeds
Am i ripping up beauty
'Fore it can ever breathe
Human condition strikes again
But I'm a twisted piñata
I'd break before I'd ever bend
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