those childhood sayings were supposed to teach me morals, but i never understand anything i'm meant to learn. so why should then be any different?
i think it's kind of funny how you think i'm listening
it's funny how you laugh at the truth that spills from my lips
but you're almost too eager for me to lie to you
and when did words start making sense?
when did i ever tell you that i wanted you to break down my walls?
now that you've tried, i've got to fix them
and god knows how long that'll take
because my walls might be made of glass, but that makes it so much easier to replace.
in case you're illiterate when it comes to reading between the lines, i can replace you.
i just haven't yet.
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