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So much space can fit in a sigh
More than words can say
I'm left here standing with my hands all awkward
Trying to mend space
I used to know you
But not anymore
Your substance has been subtracted
Word by word
Silence in my ears, where once you offered your conviction
Your promises are dry beads that crack with nostalgia
But that's alright, that's okay
Never shoulda given myself to you anyway
Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
To a carnivore
To a carnivore
Your soul is an inkstain
Your perfection is amend
And you're as fragile as your thoughtlessness
But you're as strong as you can bend
You could only believe in embryos
So you held all your high hopes through a telescope
Lavender haunted you so I could
Only laugh in yellow
Yes, you have a genius for subtlety
I slip through the fingers of your ambiguity
But that's alright, that's okay
Never shoulda given myself to you anyway
Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
Never trust your pink, fleshy heart
To a carnivore
And I don't know what I did
But I won't do it again, this time I'll be my own best friend
And I take back my songs and my poetry
And next time I won't be so easy to read
And I'll never trust my pink, fleshy no
Never trust my pink, fleshy heart, no
Never trust my pink, fleshy heart
To a carnivore
To a carnivore
To a carnivore
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“I’d forgotten I’d changed the bridge over time into this low, mellow little-red-riding hook spooky bridge and I didn’t realize there was ever another bridge over time. My fans on Twitter reminded me to go back to the original bridge on it. I was sent a bootleg of it and now it’s more dynamic. My fans speak up a lot. They really wanted “Carnivore” on the album.” — Picking Up the Pieces Press Release
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