And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow.

Your footprints track you through the grass.

And you ache just to smell her clothes and her cooking down on the stove

You see her face in everyone you pass.

Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.

There’s braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind

There’s heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.

Beeeeeeeeep

If you can't take it anymore, I will gladly fill your place,

In the back rooms, in the bathrooms, I am still so out of place.

I am shaking in my shoes and my hands are paralyzed,

I tried to say something clever, but they all just rolled their eyes.

Just tap your feet, along with your heart beat,

And don't say a word to anyone, anyone.

The television is waiting to save you,

But it'd be nice to have a conversation.

Tap tap your feet, to your heart beat.

To your heart beat, tap tap your feet, to your heart beat.

Where am I supposed to go? What am I expected to say?

Who the hell am I going to pretend to be today?

If I could disappear somehow, far away from this crowd,

I would hide and hide and hide from every fear I can't confide in them.

Just tap your feet, along with your heartbeat,

And don't say a word to anyone, anyone.

The television is waiting to save you,

But it'd be nice to have a conversation.

Tap tap your feet, to your heart beat.

To your heart beat, tap tap your feet, to your heart beat

If confidence is key, I must be locked out of the house.

If home is where the heart is, I do not have, no, I do not have a pulse.

Just tap your feet, along with your heartbeat,

And don't say a word to anyone, anyone.

The television is waiting to save you,

But it'd be nice to have a conversation.

Tap tap your feet, to your heart beat.

To your heart beat, tap tap your feet, to your heart beat.

Gloopy spinach

*pants*

 

Hate. Running. Hills. Ehhhsgjb...

 

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