I've retired my dancing days forever
My soul is famished and I die
Word goes around
My poor estate
My rattling affordance
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh vacant be
The blushes of my only once begin
Even ache
I was wrong for you, my only you
Hot march skin
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh, and all you ever write
Was spelled right out for me
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
Decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for)
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below)
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I've retired my dancing days forever
My soul is famished and I die
Word goes around
My poor estate
My rattling affordance
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh vacant be
The blushes of my only once begin
Even ache
I was wrong for you, my only you
Hot march skin
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh, and all you ever write
Was spelled right out for me
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
Decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for)
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below)
My soul is famished and I die
Word goes around
My poor estate
My rattling affordance
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh vacant be
The blushes of my only once begin
Even ache
I was wrong for you, my only you
Hot march skin
Do your very best
Shiny new composure is your figure
To be cloned
Or written out of the picture
Oh, and all you ever write
Was spelled right out for me
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it there
Or maybe I'm your pillow
I could hold your head up
You could push it
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
How I decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for you
Decorate you
I could I could I could hold a space for)
(Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below
Baby, I'm a bookend
Not a source of substance
Just something to hold it
Broken
I could hold your head up
You could push it below, below)
Writer: Aidan Carney
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