My Skin Doesn't Fit Anymore

May 7, 2012
By Old-World-Blues DIAMOND, New Freedom, Pennsylvania
Old-World-Blues DIAMOND, New Freedom, Pennsylvania
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Pick up your toys and throw them away
We've lost track of time, no time to play
Grab me a compass, a screwdriver, too
And let me face this arrow at you

Year after year, the rocks have built up
Clogging the pipes, and I've had enough
Open a window and let the air in
Follow the wind and tease what's within

The brakes in my car have long since died
The can't keep from stopping flooding inside
But maybe that's why when I see your face
I realize cars don't prevent floods in the first place

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