An Open Letter To A Ruby-Shoed Pixie

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[Verse 1]
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Fond boy, with a flower in his heart
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Only hours from the start
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He's invested all he's got
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So he'll stalk the stocks
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And stock up on Pepto-Bismol
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'Cause he's giving hugs to toilets
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And spoiling his dinner


[Interlude]

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[Verse 2]
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Big rock, with a fire at its core
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If it's buried under layers
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Then what's it gonna warm?
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I'm tired of knowing not
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What's enough and what's a lot
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'Cause I only remember
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The feelings I forgot


[Interlude]
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[speak this]
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I think my anatomy's mad at me for being so
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Adamantly dramatic and emphatically infatuated, in fact
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I'd rather be glad we waited until after we graduated

Than be packing our bags, half saturated and sadly debating it
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Maybe it's lazy of me to sedate our relationship
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And date the creations I made with it, but baby

A baby needs something to play with and glue to
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When you drop out halfway through peekaboo
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You speak in resisted grins, I couldn't sleep after leaving them
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I didn't eat for a week, but then again I've always been weak and thin
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Honestly, I've lost full nights contemplating these awful rhymes
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Those long drives felt like such short trips with you on the mind
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I don't think about you that much, just all the time


[Interlude]
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[piano but you can just do single strums]
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May I be meta for a minute please, pin metaphors and similes
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Against the floor in mental scores and sorely beat them 'til they bleed?
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Grey eyes, crowned by solar halos, follow throes of warm tornados
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Blow away those omens made of painful days and poorly made oaths
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And later, I'll grow flowers in your absence, then go shower in more absinth
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Wrap my towel 'round sore abs and then pour hours into mapping out just
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How I'll keep this tower from collapsing, while foundations made from
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Sweet and sour serenades relapse and start relaxing


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