paroles de chanson In Kind - Braids

Well I must have saw a girl who looked like myself
White cheeked and bleak, knowing all the answers
Your freckles remind that a God is kind
White cheeked and bleak, knowing all the answers
And is it a problem when you see through everything
But candy spills upon it when the lip suggests the mourning
There's no cat upon your bed and no Mom to pet your head

Sometimes i think of how nice it would be
To pop out of the womb again, to be fresh and white again
Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
To take a nap without feeling I wasted my day again

See what's going on

Left my conscience, suffocation
See the mad side in my bald eyes

Left my conscience in quotations
Said just what they wanted to say it isn't true