Your two cents rust me right through
Your sentences have turned me on
I've got mountains raised along my limbs
My hands are shaking, so are my arms
I wish you'd look at me without a lens cap
And see the things I wish to convey
You've misunderstood love so many times
I don't know how to get up again
And the jubilee of imperfection
Is in a self titled manner
I will never be like them
Not even if it's what I wanted
I strummed a melody on your vocal chords
I just wanted some type of progression
But the notes went sour
My legs are weak
I'm too unstable to support my heart
Too unstable to let myself be
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