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He's never really sure but he'll tell you for a fact
and take your word for the price of never giving it back
He only loves the girls who used to love themselves
who lived in dusty doll boxes on their mothers shelves

She's the choreographer of a one man show
never needs to be, but she's always on the go
always with shopping bags hanging from her arms
like a young a girls bracelet with tarnished silver charms

He says I don't love the way I look
But I love the way you look at me
you look at me like I love the way I look
with your torn-plastic gazing eyes

Their common flaw screams out at night
they feed it, and feed it, enough to keep it alive
scraping at the backs of their teeth sometimes
to kick in her stomach, and eat at their minds

When they met he rubbed her the wrong way right
making a birthday, charms shined in such dim light
He forgets to remember, she remembers to forget
promise rolled off his tongue like a child down a slide

He's never really sure, but he'll tell you for a fact
and give you his word, but he'll always take it back
He only likes the girls with torn-plastic gazing eyes
Who lived behind cellophane, held by apron sting ties

I don't love the way I look
but I hate the way you look at me
you look at me like a woman, with a man inside
with me in your stomach, just drowning inside
i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.