jeff gordblum (jeff goldblum in the back of the jeep, jeff gordon in the passenger seat)
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And in my teenage years
I began to sprout horns
An anger so dark
I could feel it in my bones
This summer would you please
take me swimming?
'Cause every winter
I feel so close to dying
Our bones broke neatly as ever that year
beneath our thicker skin
Just wool and cotton being held together
by a thread
And as you were waiting out the storm
I hid my eyes and dug my car
out of the snow
Let me be your yellow canary
not a martyr, but a warning
When my tired lungs stop breathing
don't make me beg you to move on