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von Tiny Moving Parts

It′s times like these i wish i had
Some common sense left inside of my head.
I should have known this would never work out.

I just want to be a part of something beautiful.


Vibrations, tounge and cheek,
What words are worth to even speak anymore?
In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress.
I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth.
Warm color schemes, mostly red
Like a flower without it's nectar.

It′s a planet you know,
It's where we plant and watch ourselves grow.
Up. Up. Out.

Whats the point of beauty if we all look the same?