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Words and Music by Chris Frank, 2005
after you told me I was a window, I was in pieces
oh no
now people I meet take bits of me home and it never releases
we go
and so, hell yes, I'm afraid
all of these people, I never know which one to be meeting
there are
so many pages, I never know which ones to be reading
so far
more people, more pages each day
some sex, some money
and some days you may not survive
some days it's sunny
I really don't need much, I'm alive
well I know my place, and it's often small but at least I know
my place
and I may never be bigger than this day, but I will not forget
your face
I guess I was once here alone
hey wait, not funny
the little things keep me alive
some days it's sunny
I really don't need much I'll survive
oh how long to wait for this
before I'm sure?
I won't write home for you
you won't want more
well where am I meant to lay this down
you thought I should carry this one last load
screaming and yelling and everyone's running and I remain here
'cause I'm worried I may explode
just one more lesson in finesse