Bend my body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes
Till the butterflies escape
When the room sits still and quiet
I can feel your weight
Bend my body into shapes
To show me how to fit
My arms and legs are crossed
The way you taught me to sit
I woke up in the dark
Pressed up on the window
This glass is cold
I'm thinking in circles
My mind is a razor and you're looking like a thread
Bend my body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes
Till the butterflies escape
My arms and legs are crossed
And they're pinned down by your weight
I woke up in the dark
Pressed up on the window
This glass is cold
This room is turning circles
My mind is a razor and you're looking more and more like a thread
Bend my body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
Body into shapes
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