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We'll just end the show and we'll be banging
And I'm listening to frequencies
That tumble out my shaky tongue
The lost boy in a coloured bathroom
Listening to no one
I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom
I am sitting in the bathroom on a phone call with my angry mom
You just can't stare
With wires hanging everywhere
You just can't stare
With wires hanging everywhere
In the backlight I'll leave a note to sell all of my older things
And take them to a thrift shop
That holds the past, and germs
That tumble down into a jacket pocket
No one thinks to wash it there
That stupid old jean jacket pocket
No one seems to wash it there
'Cause you know everything
You see everything
You know everything
You see everything
