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From Turn on the Bright Lights:

Obstacle 1

I wish I could eat the salt off of your last faded lips

We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck

And we can find new ways of living
Make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times
Clay-making, that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad

It's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

It's in the way that she posed
It's in the things that she puts in my hair
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
Oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
I said, she puts the weight into my little heart

She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away
She packs it away

It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart