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Your insecurities
Are securily
Sleeping on your trust
Like your bruised memory
That could turn a pretty purple
Could turn a labored yellow

These varieties of lust
This pesamism is enough
To drive, to drive, to drive
Because I won't say please
Stop punching yourself

Your sore confidence
Will indicate with pain
You need to approach it
With trust and not disdain
(2x)

You might be young
In tangible years
But your soul lived before you
And so the distance
Between the birth of your essence
And the conception of your conception
Is infinite and difused
My curiosity's cliche
But so are you

Your immaturity
Is purely
More rediculous
Than the idea of chastity
That can turn a body purple
Can turn a mind to jello

These varieties of lust
This pesamism is enough
To drive, to drive, to drive
Because I won't say please
Stop

Now that your l-o-v-e
Has a soft place to r-e-s-t
I don't think that you should b-e
M-e-l-o-n-choly
(2x)

Sad fruits taste unhappy
Sad fruits taste unhappy
Sad fruits taste unhappy
Sad fruits taste unhappy