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You’re lying to your diary, you’re so creative so creative. Catch me up, who’s real this time. Am I a lie, Am I a line? A pencil mark left outside the thought process.

Well maybe get your thinking back on track, I‘m the tempo to your heartbeat and you’re the knife stuck in my back. Maybe get your spine to make its entrance, I‘m the rhythm to your taping feet and the melody behind your teeth.

You’re lying to your diary, it’s getting good. It’s getting good but oh no wait, which one am i? Am I a lie? am i a line? A pencil mark left outside the thought process

You’re lying to your diary and I’m the ink I’m the ink, make me up in to something better. Am I a lie? Am i a line? A pencil mark left outside the thought process

(I’m all ears and all goodbyes, I’m all ears. goodbye)

Careful now you’re talking fast, but i’m all ears for the heart attack. You’re breaking me down, always breaking me down.

Embarrasment Is So Your Color, Jimmy Robbins