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a half dead rose
and confection
brought in from the rain
only to be spit on
cast aside
all of it all a lie
thought if i’d open up
i’d lure you in
but it backfired

just what let the cat out
what sold me down the river

there’s a murmur in the pit of my stomach
it says shut up and run with it
i got one chance at bliss
shut your mouth
mind off and feel it

just what let the cat out
who sold me out
just what let the cat out
who sold me down the river

i’m open like surgery
my heart up in my sleeve
it’s getting harder to breathe
through this gaping hole in my theory
i had some hope you would not see
but i opened up like surgery
my cards laid out in front of me
all bloody hearts for you to read
my misery
my desire
thought i’d open up and suck you in
but it backfired

who let my cat out
who sold me out
who let me down
just what let my cat out
who’s the one crying now

my sex on display
my lust
my decay
my rained out parade
my slow float away

up to cloud nine
i got eight more of these lies
follow me if you like
up to and down this crooked white line

c’mon
come off
high whore

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from Troppo, released March 1, 2012

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