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Terrible tales of times that have passed.
Several seats left vacant and a fracturing mask,
Eyelids open to close like mechanical toys of old,
Waking every hour to hunt for someone that can hold,
That can hold you, hold on to you and keep you safe at night,
That won't suffocate nor smother, not too tight, not too tight,
Silver teardrops and the deepest river that shines blue,
A broken window keeps you from the from the ones that wish to harm you,
Day by day, night by night, lie by lie, you realise,
You're a hollow shell, trapped, shattering crystal, cold as ice,
You shake, shudder, shiver,
Your bottom lip begins to quiver,
Such a distasteful person you've grown to be,
But what you see isn't what it seems, you see?
Expert opinions of yourself, but what have you become?
An expert in failure and bedsheets and bodies and coming undone,
Compulsive behaviours can lead to addictions,
And you're wrapped up in paranoia and superstitions,
So, sew, baby, sew so that you are in one piece,
And smile, baby, smile, and find your inner peace,
Laugh, go on and laugh, it's going to be alright,
I'll hold, I'll fold, but I'll always hold you tight.