Grocery Store from Dried Up by Drive45

Your name is woven through my skin
Ever since my threads were tout
It stays intact through thick and thin
It’s something I could live without

The harmony of my imperfect chord
is something I no longer adore
I’m starting to embrace serenity
that stems from my lack of identity

It seems to me that I’m the last to remember
the things you left in your 12th december
You’re out of character
You’re out of touch
You haven’t registered
that you need your crutch

i wanna be like me when i grow up
i wanna be like me when i grow up
i wanna be like me when i grow up
i wanna be like me when i grow up

The harmony of my imperfect chord
is something I no longer adore
The harmony of my imperfect chord
is something I no longer adore
I’m starting to embrace serenity
that stems from my lack of identity
I’m starting to embrace serenity
that stems from my lack of identity

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