Crying in the Theatre

I've come down with cabin fever
A sure-fire solstice jam
When the nights start growing longer
My thoughts go on the lamb

There was no invitation
You could've of misconstrued

I stood crying in the theater
Real tears real blood

I've been on a kick
Staying out of the lime light
I could feel their eyes on me
As I counted breaths and smiled

Button me into that gown
Up to my neck I'm tripping on the hem
I should've cried wolf much sooner
But don't tell the children

There was no invitation
You could've of misconstrued

I stood crying in the theatre
Real tears, real blood

Real tears
You'll get what's coming



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