Drawn With Broken Crayons
Big Mother Gig
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If all feelings were true then
I’d just be a mirror on a wall, standing tall
When eruption ignited
I’m nothing more than an arsonist’s haul
And I stand there striking matches while they Batten down the hatches
Fall just like dominos
Like a slideshow gone bezerk
Images flicker by and
I’m drawn on ripped paper with broken crayons cuz I’m wrong
I’m torn like a novel whose pages are falling apart
If they’re standing beneath me
They’re crushed from the weight of my despair, its hardly fair
When avalanches tumble
I’m nothing more than a seismic affair
And I stand there striking matches while they Batten down the hatches
Fall just like dominos
Like a slideshow gone bezerk
Images flicker by and
I’m drawn on ripped paper with broken crayons cuz I’m wrong
I’m torn like a novel whose pages are falling apart
I’m wrong
I’m worn and in tatters, battered, falling apart
I’d just be a mirror on a wall, standing tall
When eruption ignited
I’m nothing more than an arsonist’s haul
And I stand there striking matches while they Batten down the hatches
Fall just like dominos
Like a slideshow gone bezerk
Images flicker by and
I’m drawn on ripped paper with broken crayons cuz I’m wrong
I’m torn like a novel whose pages are falling apart
If they’re standing beneath me
They’re crushed from the weight of my despair, its hardly fair
When avalanches tumble
I’m nothing more than a seismic affair
And I stand there striking matches while they Batten down the hatches
Fall just like dominos
Like a slideshow gone bezerk
Images flicker by and
I’m drawn on ripped paper with broken crayons cuz I’m wrong
I’m torn like a novel whose pages are falling apart
I’m wrong
I’m worn and in tatters, battered, falling apart
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