second hand from garagebandaid by Taylor Vick

feathers don't get the job done
like if you're under umbrellas you're still under the sun
we live our lives as our skin has to die
shedding our cells that we don't hear cry

and all this time i didn't have a clue
that the books i sent wouldn't get to you
ten cent postcards, red white and blue
they say the old's not as good as the new

second hand third day apart
i ran away you burnt your heart
the words i say don't hit your ears
they disintegrate, swallow your tears

all this time i didn't have a clue
that the books i sent wouldn't get to you
ten cent postcards, red white and blue
they say the old's not as good as the new

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