Theft is a tired fit, a tired fit
And one I will not soon wear again
I'm so sick of stretching it,
I wish I was thin

Theft is a bitten lip,
and a bitter taste
I wont soon accept

I wish I was different,
I wish I was loud
It hurts to see you trade my smiles in

I wish we were different
I wish we were brave
You know we're not



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