Surrounded by giants who aren't friend's of mine
Too tall to look at, those small leaved limes
Smiling they drown their liquor in one
I would join but I'm too small to have fun
Am I made for a life of
Following purple loosestrife
Festering a burst in my stockpile of muck
They won't stop yelling and doubt that I am drunk
Death's nails scoop flesh, but my feet are stone
All her friends see that I've turned skin and bone
I'm not made for a life of
Following purple loosestrife
Her bathroom mirror shows how far my eyes have sunk
I hop into the front seat let the engines clear their gunk
Fog chokes the wings, the plane starts to shake
if we land early would it've been my mistake
But the dance is finally done
My heart will pump under the sun
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