Bitten Nails
I keep up with the flow
bitten nails go to show
the truth is hard to tell
if easy listening is what your looking for switch the station
I paint the nails to let them grow
reality sits down below
wave from the cloud
don't let em know
I know how to walk through hell
only hell I've known
waltz really
with closed eyes the whole time
how am I to know
what it looks like, down below?
I paint my nails to let em grow
the only truth I've ever known
has run away, to another city, on another plane
I don't miss him anymore
just gonna write a few more poems about him
I paint my nails to let em grow
December's walking in front of traffic, despite the changing lights
First time I've tasted snow on my tongue in fourteen years
what if my palette changed?
Or worse
I remain forever the same?
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