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I think sick like ginger ale. | June 3, 2011



lyrics are perfect and performers are goofy and fun. so grunge.

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Want to put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin ’round into a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, then I’m through with you

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet,
chalk white and oh so frail.
I see our time has gotten stale.
The tick tock of the clock is painful,
all sane and logical.
I want to tear it off the wall.
I hear words in clips and phrases,
I think sick like ginger ale,
My stomach turns and I exhale.

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt,
turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Want to put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin ’round into a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, then I’m through with you.

I’m not as ugly, sad as you.
Or am I origami?
Folded up and just pretend,
demented as the motives in your head.

Swallow my doubt,
turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.

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