You ever press your palms, to fresh cement
Shoulders rubbing up, two-tone pirouette
Lapping up sin, makes the whistle wet
Yeah I can hold, 'til my grip goes white
Stamp a letter, in a dampened light
While a blaring train, seethes a name in the night
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
It feels better to sit, doesn't it
Static flash off-beat, pointed thumb to the wrist
Scenes by Matisse
Fault (In)sanity
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
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You ever press your palms, to fresh cement
Shoulders rubbing up, two-tone pirouette
Lapping up sin, makes the whistle wet
Yeah I can hold, 'til my grip goes white
Stamp a letter, in a dampened light
While a blaring train, seethes a name in the night
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
It feels better to sit, doesn't it
Static flash off-beat, pointed thumb to the wrist
Scenes by Matisse
Fault (In)sanity
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
Shoulders rubbing up, two-tone pirouette
Lapping up sin, makes the whistle wet
Yeah I can hold, 'til my grip goes white
Stamp a letter, in a dampened light
While a blaring train, seethes a name in the night
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
It feels better to sit, doesn't it
Static flash off-beat, pointed thumb to the wrist
Scenes by Matisse
Fault (In)sanity
If it don't fit the mold
To the side of the road
To the side of the road
Caught my throat, take a joke
Give all you can give, tout your morals to gloat
Writer: Sarah Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid