| At The Seams | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| You look like a cat's play-thing All torn and fallen apart at the seams Why would you let yourself be a toy? You've got lovely parts you have to enjoy You look like a thriftstore sweater Faded and worn but somehow still better How can you let yourself be untrue? Don't lie inside, you have it all in you You look like a cat's play-thing Without any hopes or hopeful dreams Why would you allow others to rule? You'll always find they're mostly cruel You look like a broken window Shards everywhere but I can't find your hole Why won't you let me help to mend? You're worth the time that I would spend You look like a cat's play-thing All torn and fallen apart at the seams Sew yourself, but give the needle to me I've got one thread that you may need |
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