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Breathing Is Good For You

from Cigarettes by Tilly(!)

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lyrics

You're no musician, you're just contradiction.
You seek fault in everyone else, but you're riddled with faults yourself.
Your judging eyes haunt all that they see.
I just hope you never set those eyes on me.

I've got no motivation, I practice alienation.
I'll seclude myself because I'm so sick of everyone else.
My vacant eyes miss all that they see.
I just hope you never look too deep into me.

Your words hit piano keys and my mind holds the strings.
Every note you hit changes what I sing.
And your symphony is ringing with foul, harsh tones.
As we near the ending, you're breaking all my bones and I'm alone.

I'm no musician, I'm just teenage bitchin'.
I'll sedate myself with drugs and everything else.
My self destruction is what I live for.
Hey if I'm fucked up, maybe I won't be bored.

You've got no motivation, you like complication.
You could be out of this town, but you'd rather wear a wedding gown.
And if you really had bigger dreams, I know you'd find a way.
You'd kick and you'd scream.

Your words hit piano keys and my mind holds the strings.
Every note you hit changes what I sing.
And your symphony is ringing with foul, harsh tones.
As we near the ending, oh god I wish I was alone.

I guess it's not the worst that could happen.
You could slit my throat or break my knees.
But that'd be unreasonable, there'd be no need.

I pound my fists at nothing and I'm tearing at the seems.
Trying to find something, but I forget to breathe.
I'm gasping.

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from Cigarettes, released September 23, 2014

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