Once more I find my mouth an open door,
All the secrecy of a speakeasy and the stealth of a stampede.
What's more is I've found myself here before
And the deja vu is wreaking havoc on my sanity
It's an endless loop, you see
And there's no cure for wearing your heart on your sleeve.
I think it's time to go sleeveless
and barefoot in the grass of apathy,
I think it's time to go sleeveless
and feel the nonchalance beneath my feet.
I know I'm running headlong for disaster,
I can assure you it happens almost every day.
I'm sure you know that I don't know what you're after,
Let me tell you I don't have it anyway.
I've been looking long and hard
But there's no cure for wearing your heart on your sleeve
Except to go sleeveless
And barefoot in the grass of apathy.
I think it's time to go sleeveless
And feel the nonchalance beneath my feet
sleeveless
it's time to go sleeveless
I'm finally going sleeveless
maybe I'll take my socks off, too.















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