All of your creases are sizing their bones
All of your pages are open at once
Forgive my transgression if your heart's at the wheel
Don't care what they call you, there's no clever thing to feel

Poking a hole into what's feeble but my arms are too short
I'm known to act average as a last resort
Sliding off your trust, your voice screams into my head
Do you think that I was raised by a reasonable man?

My feeble memories, just a bucket full of rain
You found an eternity lodged in your pain
Do you really want something or everything else instead?
Why bring a cannibal into our bed?

Poking a hole into what's feeble but my arms are too short
I'm known to act average as a last resort
Sliding off your trust, your voice screams into my head
Do you think that I was raised by a reasonable man?

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Writer(s): Adam Green