Rose colored glasses
They couldn't shield anything
Golden flames that burn
But couldn't heal me from within
Disperse the heat
Let the cold sweep in
Burst in languid light
As my head and body spin

When your skin doesn't feel like home
And I don't want to break down and feel alone
This body only knows
How to hold back more than it shows

A superstition
That found itself in the way
Of a freed premonition
That could have helped me escape
It's the wrong kind of victory
Disguised as a breakthrough
It's hard when nothing
Fits like it used to

When your skin doesn't feel like home
And I don't want to break down and feel alone
This body only knows
How to hold back more than it shows

Hairs on my hand
Stand on end
The spine of this truth
Repel and suspend
Act like bars but should help me transcend

Hairs on my hand
Stand on end
The spine of this truth
Like cracks in the wind
Act like bars
But should help me transcend

When your skin doesn't feel like home
and I don't want to break down and feel alone
This body only knows
How to hold back more than it shows

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Writer(s): ALEXANDER MAX HERSHENOW, ELIZABETH PLAPINGER, ZACH NICITA