Our figures
Bent by the light
And it figures that we'd feel this way, right?
Our voices
Like stories retold
Well, they're nice at first and then they're sad and they're old
Our shapes
Well, so clear in the dark
Well, help them or they'll take it too far

Bent over
Eyes to the side
Simply guessing at the shapes on the wall

It's rough and it's rushed and it comes out
It's in the angles in the shapes in between us
If it's first then it's twice then it happens that's it been happening ever since then
Come on out and admit it
It's in the angles in the shapes in your faces
Come on out and admit it
It's all these things at once and

Oh my god my hands face down I feel my palms press on the ground
Well, oh this view looks so familiar

We're all telling tales taller than we are
We are all so sure we're the only ones around


Lyrics submitted by sceee

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