Centipede

You would know
That I don't like mine, choose another home
You would know
Sometimes I don't like to have fun
Of course I call you as a joke
And my own faith is a joke
Spending time in a ton of cars
You understand it
Like I came down from Mars

Because a nasty cold came through
Then people dying
Oh god I got to get to see you
I'll be fine everlasting

See a credit card
A river and anniversaries go by
I'm creative, but honey
I've released our relationship
Because I'm in and out of good
And I've found true honesty

I gotta find my feet
I've seen you bleed
And I hold too many dreams

I'm a centipede
I work hard on my feet
I'm a centipede
I've got a hundred dreams

Nothing holds us
A box like you now I've found to be close
Now that I've opened up
My heels ceded to my toes
Now that I've opened up
It can never go back in

I'm a centipede
Working hard on my feet
I'm a centipede
I'm a centipede
I've got all of the fear
That I'm prepared to meet
I've got a hundred dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Stephanie Morgan
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