Jay Dorman
Jay Dorman

Burning the house down

Burning the house down

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05 Aug 2022

Ive wipped my face of any trace of my ,tears I cant get back ,cant see straight, my feelings are broken glass , im thrown in the towel, you own my soul so your in control dont break me down , no matter what you want to do , make me feel it too , im still gonna love and want you , i can't control my feelings but you can with look , one move , I know that the most suductive your conductive , Playing negative, i feeling positive, that causes A lighting stright i stand inside humilady full fulling ,my careful efforts not to bring out the devil, That chopped me down im the final in the vinil ,breaking my words out, trying tag your runner with my stunner ,ill go to studdering , but wont slip back keeping balance wit the flutter of the butterfly, trying to pull these tears,out you could shut down, with the words , have me living like a stray that found a home and it burn up , nose to grown down, no trucks to pick me , or i wouldn't slow down , still won't frown your gaze microwave shot me out into outerspace in the middle, of the coal burning griddle , now im the side show burning off the banjo sore toe from kicking them feelings while i was bringing the walls down

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2 years ago

Ive wipped my face of any trace of my ,tears I cant get back ,cant see straight, my feelings are broken glass , im thrown in the towel, you own my soul so your in control dont break me down , no matter what you want to do , make me feel it too , im still gonna love and want you , i can't control my feelings but you can with look , one move , I know that the most suductive your conductive , Playing negative, i feeling positive, that causes A lighting stright i stand inside humilady full fulling ,my careful efforts not to bring out the devil, That chopped me down im the final in the vinil ,breaking my words out, trying tag your runner with my stunner ,ill go to studdering , but wont slip back keeping balance wit the flutter of the butterfly, trying to pull these tears,out you could shut down, with the words , have me living like a stray that found a home and it burn up , nose to grown down, no trucks to pick me , or i wouldn't slow down , still won't frown your gaze microwave shot me out into outerspace in the middle, of the coal burning griddle , now im the side show burning off the banjo sore toe from kicking them feelings while i was bringing the walls down

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