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Cotton preshrunk displays games we play Colors run and colors fade I can't pick a side to pick a fight on It's more of me than I am of it I can't win I can't win I can't win Now my tongue has tangled me toothless And we don't have a thought between us In this one more light room In this neon museum the walls itch in closer I remember every conversation I forgot to have I remember everything Starchy retort scripted questions I never cared to ask about Starchy product scripted people I never asked to care about I can't win My skin was shrinking when she told me, "Don't worry, honey" You can't look at the sky without looking right through it From Letras Mania