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de Bleachers

The next batch of kids, they're gonna be the ones set up the scene
The kind of shit I think, don't stand up when I bleed
But ain't no one more scared than yours to me

'Cause I got a backwards heart (come take my hand) and I'm tough to be sold
And in a backwards heart (come take my hand) not much can grow
But I'ma turn it around and I just want you to know

The next phase of me, I'm gonna be one tough seed
Don't mind no black and blue and green and everything in between
And I told her to heal up, but she don't know what I mean

'Cause I got a backwards heart (back me up), am I the centerfold?
And in a backwards heart (back, back me up), not much can grow
So I'ma turn it around and I just want you to know

I see your backwards heart
I see your backwards heart
I see your busy heart
I feel your backwards heart

I have tried so many times when looking at what I'd chosen, God, it's harrowing
Good grief, kept it only there
What feat comes of the mirror boy who wants to know the outside world, but cannot begin?
Good grief, can be lonely there

Good grief is all that I knew of
I fought a war in my bedroom
So goddamn scared to be here
Good grief is all that I knew
A tug of war in my mirror
So goddamn scared to see you
Good grief, you carry me through you
Just a [?]
Well, I'm coming home to please you (good grief, oh, good grief)
Good grief, it's good to see you

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