Dear, how can I believe a thing you say when
You won’t trust in the winds of happenstance
Belt and suspenders
Belt and suspenders
You don’t trust (you don’t even trust pantaloons, your own pants)
Trust your own pants
We shall not be lovers in this life
But reincarnated as butterflies
So kiss me
Lips are only
Skin with specialized training
Kiss me
Lips are only
Skin with specialized training
My dear
My grandma was put in a shoebox
The day she was born and then
Slept inside a dresser drawer ‘til she was two
All these years later like a
A damn fool
On the business end of a piano duel,
I wish I had a little shoebox, too
To hold me when I’m alone
Wish I had a little shoebox, too
To hold me when I’m alone
Vocals - Lauren London
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