My Glass House lyrics

Artist	Swingin' Utters
Album(s)	Swingin' Utters

Lyrics

While I sit alone in this room I've got crates full of sorrow
Even more filled with shadows that I fish out and ridicule when I'm felling lonely

I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction it's phonomenal and unprecedented it's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder

Mr. scribe, I write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes I'm poeticlly franchised

I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust I've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am I a bad seed sprouting up or am I not?

I'm sure what sad is but listless I'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either decieve or endure me I'm your little golden nugget collecting dust bored with my own stale and directed thoughts in a place where so much life and loves abound it's amazing how little tempts me from my glass house

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