I've put on a front before
But now I'm spread so thin
And all my wildest dreams
Are bursting at the seams
So one wrong word from you
Can really make the teardrops flow
Some bow before they break
Some break before they bow
Sometimes I feel lost and lonely in my skin
There's no equilibrium
It's feast or famine
All we need is drier land
Some thirsty soil
Before the oceans boil
And the vapor and the salt divide
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People ask me "J, why do you let things get to you?"
Like earwigs on a plant
Like pebbles in your shoe
I'm sad to see you go but I am
Sure you'll be okay
It's never black or white
Your wildest dreams are grey
Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am
I can't see no symmetry
It's feast or famine
All we need is drier land
Some thirsty soil
Where we can build an ark
Before the wicked world flows over
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You'll find me in the morning
Raising the sails
All covered in scales
And with seaweed for hair
All that we were
And all that we know's
Far below in the algae and in the mud
The valleys flood
The glaciers
Are overripe and begging to be pruned
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh