Manchester Orchestra

Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind,
Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes,
I lost your presence underneath the bridge
Lock the door, let's talk it out,
Against the wall, hands on my mouth,
Could this be it, is it really over now?
You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants,
You sang your songs and danced your dance,
I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet
Nine to eleven you're getting weak,
The tile is cold, I can barely speak,
And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping
If you say no, then no it will be,
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings,
Just play it cool yeah, and try avoid being seen
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing
Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun,
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