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von Quilt

Plastic leaves and whitened teeth are littering the floor
All these screens with disparate themes, what do you adore?
The violent light that angles me, composes my decor
Searching for a better way not to feel so torn

I′ve been tired searching for
I've been tired searching for

Tired wreaths, worn memories, and writing on the floor
Chelsea runs and asks of me, "What are these wrists for?"
The city kids were lost for weeks, pushed out the door
Searching for a better way not to feel so torn

I′ve been tired searching for
I've been tired searching for


She, she can't remember when
She felt her own age
She didn′t need to live
On her own stage
She, she can′t remember when
She felt her own age
She didn't need to live
On her own stage

Chelsea sits and begs of me, "Oh, what do I live for?"
I am now remembering, but always so unsure
Crazy man, he laughs at me, he′s pointing out the door
There's nothing but transparent breeze, what do you want more?

I′ve been tired searching for
I've been tired searching for
I′ve been tired searching for
I've been tired searching for