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cropscropscrops - parachutes lyrics

ask for the personal touch next time you go in
little kid, back corner of the room with his head underneath the brim
you ever seen something get lost in the wind?
it’s arbitrary, 1:37 pm on a tuesday
i got rituals i don’t sway from much
or i spiral out
any change is a ceasefire with my luck
10,000 feet up
i’m falling out
what i see from below is just one singular truck
speeding past the landing site
i squint for more details get nothing with these eyes
all you have to dos keep em peeled and time the press of this small b+tton, alright?
oh thats it?
always make it seem more simple than it is
how its all another at bat
the closer i get
the ground closes in
i pull the string with the weight of my body
it feels stuck so i pull again
so i pull again

it’s the middle of april i just had an espresso tonic
walking out of lucky’s with a buzzed head
someone on the street talking loudly on the phone
i lean it for the the obvious reason
i’m nosy
and understanding i won’t catch all thats said
in fact i dont get none of it
reminds me that this is all performance
you better surround yourself with something to entertain you till the end
heard when it finally starts to catch you lose all the air in your head
your stomach drops, your eyes watering
2,000 feet from the bed
there’s 2000 of me from my view on this ledge
in other words i’m looking at this sea of regret
ask for the personal touch next time you go in
little kid, back corner of the room with his head underneath the brim
at one point i was him
i pulled the string with the weight of my body
it felt stuck so i pulled again

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