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I grew up pretending sticks were little guns | I would point 'em at my dad and he'd get mad | 'Cause God forbid I hurt someone
I grew up pretending sticks were little guns I would point 'em at my dad and he'd get mad 'Cause God forbid I hurt someone I'd hurt anyone I could Anyone who got too close and anyone who wouldn't look I was born into a one-hundred-year storm Foot of ice across Vermont, and in that dark And in that frost a heart was formed Malcontented and unwarm You were unsuspecting, not unwarned That I'm the trouble ahead That I scream in my sleep You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up 'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock And you knocked Have you ever stared directly at the sun? Have you ever shared some closeness So exposed, to have it spit back by someone? So forgive me if I jump At the rattle of your keys, "Oh, are you leaving?" "No, babe, I'm just waking up" And now what? I'm left staring at the ceiling Listing reasons you should pack all your shit up That I'm the trouble ahead And I scream in my sleep You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up 'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look I just live here, babe, but you're the one who decided to knock You knocked I'll be gone so long before the anger comes I'll be only what you've known of me 'til now Oh, how I hope you're moving on 'Cause I'm the trouble ahead And I scream in my sleep You're putting money on red, I'm a sure bet at a losing streak I keep showing you doors, but you can't open them up 'Cause it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look I just live here, babe, but you're the one I just live here, babe, but you're the one I just live here, babe, but you're the one
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