Tint from Familiar Feeling by Cloud Tapes

Paint yourself any way you want
By the way your ink running out
Crack your shell, you know that you can’t hide
Hideaway inside this crowded room

This is where opposites align
Wait for the medics to arrive
To recollect our scattered thoughts
In terms of words I’m at a loss

Gather around, join the assembly
This conversation is without a point
So simmer down, I don’t need your sympathy
It’s an illustration of pseudo-imagery

This is where opposites align
Wait for the medics to arrive
To recollect our scattered thoughts
In terms of words, I’m at a loss

The fraction left before you disappear
It’s what staring you down inside the mirror

This is where opposites align
Wait for the medics to arrive
To recollect our scattered thoughts
In terms of words I’m at a loss

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