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Chris, Did You Ruin The Dance Party?

This song is by Wow, Owls!.

We speak in circles in speak with tripping tongues tripping over our own saliva secreting from our wounds
These lame metaphors are metaphorically tearing at my heart strings
If you want some childs play with words, you want it, you got it
But I've been proven that words are meaningless
The answer is yes so you can lead your exegesis to your cross
Wipe that cheetah off your lips
It's your leopard like style which keeps me swept away under the puzzled patterns of your mind where you don't think ill hide
Swept awayunder the puzzled patterns of your mind where you can't lock me out
And all the soul singers can sing straight up "i wish you still called me." your words drip with sincerity
Your words could wash me clean
Make the kitten coo
Strike the felines fur
You mask your own desires
She masks her own desires
Why can't we say what we want to? why can't we say what we need to? I've been buried around these same old broken homes that we found
These words could fill six bottles
Paise them to your lips; sink them to your stomach
We could fill ourselves on empty calorie conversation
You used tos peak for something, now you just recyle shit