Wear your teeth, pretend you're 18
Maybe when you're tall you won't be scared of anything
Like hell waiting down below
Odd that you thought you'd go
Better touch all the table tops
And count all of the garden rocks

Out through the mouth, pretend you're 18
Maybe when you're grown this will all have been a dream
The bathroom mirror, the stucco walls
The devil waiting in the hall
The pretty wind and quiet snow
Paperclips all in a row

Life has tripped you up by your laces
They thought maybe you would stop with these phases
You came to a full stop in the races
Cause life it just tripped you up by your laces

Talk weather, like you're 18
Bandaging your background like your bleach clean
The waiting room, the hollow gaze
The acceptance of fleeting faith
The kids wearing their summer glow
Your paperclips all in a row

The waiting room, the hollow gaze
The acceptance of fleeting faith
The kids wearing their summer glow
Your paperclips all in a row

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