Smile
Do you smile
When you think of me
Do you hide
Where they can't see
Do the words
Catch in your throat
Do they read
All the lines you wrote
Father Tracy's back in town
Borrowed coats and faded gowns
Are you who
You thought you'd be
Do you smile
When you think of me
Crooked smile over perfect teeth
Do they stare while you leave
Do you try to go alone
Do you cry when you hear that song
Father Tracy said it's a sin
Cigarettes and Ritalin
You're everything that they can't be
Do you smile when you think of me
My hands are clean
But they are shaking right now
I know what it means
But I hate I found out
I'm falling apart
And I am scattered around
My hands are clean
but they are shaking right now
I shouldn't believe
All the words in my head
Same old disease
but a new kind of med
I should turn off the lights
And go straight back to bed
But the monster is stirring
And demands to be
Fed
I try to speak
But my face turns red
Words reach my teach
At the lips they're
Dead
My hands are clean
But they are shaking right now
I know what it means
But I hate I found out
I'm falling apart
And I am scattered around
My hands are clean
but they are shaking right now
I shouldn't believe
All the words in my head
Same old disease
but a new kind of med
I should turn off the lights
And go straight back to bed
But the monster is stirring
And demands to be
Fed
When you think of me
Do you hide
Where they can't see
Do the words
Catch in your throat
Do they read
All the lines you wrote
Father Tracy's back in town
Borrowed coats and faded gowns
Are you who
You thought you'd be
Do you smile
When you think of me
Crooked smile over perfect teeth
Do they stare while you leave
Do you try to go alone
Do you cry when you hear that song
Father Tracy said it's a sin
Cigarettes and Ritalin
You're everything that they can't be
Do you smile when you think of me
My hands are clean
But they are shaking right now
I know what it means
But I hate I found out
I'm falling apart
And I am scattered around
My hands are clean
but they are shaking right now
I shouldn't believe
All the words in my head
Same old disease
but a new kind of med
I should turn off the lights
And go straight back to bed
But the monster is stirring
And demands to be
Fed
I try to speak
But my face turns red
Words reach my teach
At the lips they're
Dead
My hands are clean
But they are shaking right now
I know what it means
But I hate I found out
I'm falling apart
And I am scattered around
My hands are clean
but they are shaking right now
I shouldn't believe
All the words in my head
Same old disease
but a new kind of med
I should turn off the lights
And go straight back to bed
But the monster is stirring
And demands to be
Fed
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Deason
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