I've got a picture of my heart taped to my chest, to give the impression I'm keeping it.
I'm choosing my battles and picking my scars, to make battlescars out of beautymarks.
I think you're trying to give me cancer by stealing my air, that I store in containers under my chair.
With a cross-eyed expression you explain to me, that cancer's the victim, and I'm the disease
Why do you fool yourself into thinking you're breaking the rules
Why can't I choose one life on the open waters blue
I've got an aching for wisdom in the very worst way, while you're stealing my vision for private display
The echos from children long grown up long gone. A trace from a memory I kept too long
Why do you fool yourself into thinking you're breaking the rules
Why can't I choose one life on the open waters blue
With the right mix of love and gasoline, we could torch this whole city
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