Hide from Metanoia by Track Practice

Find a point, but change your position
Like a child, I wouldn't listen
Dragging smoke on an olive leaf
Yeah, it's cold, but we're sticking to the mission

In all reality, this is the best of things I never wanted to happen

Yeah, my colors get me some attention
Under my coat, they're never worth a mention
Run my nails on the backs of my teeth
Pull 'em out, yeah, the Blood & apprehension

In all reality, just sometimes say that you miss it

Wait, tell me the secrets you're keeping all to yourself
You're keeping all to yourself
Push through me, your whisper
I feel the gravity shift
Trace your thoughts on my ribs

Wait, tell me the secrets you're keeping all to yourself
You're keeping all to yourself
Push through me
Your whisper cuts through the cars and the swells
This tangled insistence
(I know we're gonna make it but
I'm running out of space to hide)

I'm the only one who hates me
All this jealous love frustrates me

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