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The white canvas, on your fingers
Makes you different
If a little non existent.
You drew circles on some paper
You felt safer and a little less like a traitor.
Burning bridges with a pencil
An empty vessel with a thousand thoughts to wrestle
You're encrypted, I put on my lipstick
I heard you screaming 'Why don't you take me home?'

Is there any shame in loving yourself?
Keeping your health, putting your money where your mouth is.
I threw my soul at your obsession, you aggression, you were so neurotic.
I heard you screaming 'Why don't you take me home?'

'Canvas' by Tiny Dragons

by tinydragonsband

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