The idea of me, is just a ship that's lost at sea
You see what you wanna see, but you don't see what you once saw
Painted a picture of my heart
You couldn't tell that it was art
I spilled acrylics on our carpets, watched it seep through the fibers as the colors fell apart
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
Flowers bloom and flowers fade, lavender opaque parade
Toss me to the wind and watch the snowfall masquerade my jade
Grass is always greener with a mellow tone demeanor
I'll drift off to Pasadena, make a bed amongst the shade
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery
If you could see just what I see you'd feel all the simplicity
The sky circles above us while our feeble minds mistrust it
We continue not to love it so our troubles come in three's
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
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The idea of me, is just a ship that's lost at sea
You see what you wanna see, but you don't see what you once saw
Painted a picture of my heart
You couldn't tell that it was art
I spilled acrylics on our carpets, watched it seep through the fibers as the colors fell apart
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
Flowers bloom and flowers fade, lavender opaque parade
Toss me to the wind and watch the snowfall masquerade my jade
Grass is always greener with a mellow tone demeanor
I'll drift off to Pasadena, make a bed amongst the shade
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery
If you could see just what I see you'd feel all the simplicity
The sky circles above us while our feeble minds mistrust it
We continue not to love it so our troubles come in three's
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
You see what you wanna see, but you don't see what you once saw
Painted a picture of my heart
You couldn't tell that it was art
I spilled acrylics on our carpets, watched it seep through the fibers as the colors fell apart
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
Flowers bloom and flowers fade, lavender opaque parade
Toss me to the wind and watch the snowfall masquerade my jade
Grass is always greener with a mellow tone demeanor
I'll drift off to Pasadena, make a bed amongst the shade
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery
If you could see just what I see you'd feel all the simplicity
The sky circles above us while our feeble minds mistrust it
We continue not to love it so our troubles come in three's
I wrestle with my demons from the west
They like to play with me when I'm depressed
I guess that I should probably confess, they sharpen swords of suppressed feels
I'm lovin' on my conscious in the east
The more I give the more that I increase
A battlefield of terror unreleased, not effected in the least
Won't you strum on my vena cava fiddle on repeat?
Writer: Cat Miller
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