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Grace Clark - Syllables Lyrics



Grace Clark - Syllables Lyrics




Stuttered up all my sentiments
And my mind's been in the gutter, so it reads like trash and it burns like acid
My syllables taste sour
I stand in a cold shower trying to scrape off the words I'm covered in
My syllables taste sour

I didn't wanna talk about it
My words fail me when you ask me nice

The last time somebody tried to hold me
He popped me like a water balloon
Said"cleaning up the mess seems like a you problem"

I didn't wanna talk about it
I stumble over every unmemorized line

The last time I let somebody try, it backfired
You seem like you might be somebody new

Are you?

Now my denim's in a puddle on your bedroom floor
I say the right things and you kiss me all over
I tell you"I like it"
I'm only half-lying this time
That feels like progress tonight
I'm farther than I was, but I

I still don't wanna talk about it
My words fail me when you ask me nice

The last time somebody tried to hold me
He popped me like a water balloon
Said"cleaning up the mess seems like a you problem"

I still don't wanna talk about it
I stumble over every unmemorized line the-the

The last time I let somebody try, it backfired
You seem like you might be
I'm trying to be

Somebody
Somebody

It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be some
It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be some
It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be
Somebody, somebody

Stuttered up all my sentiments
And my mind's been in the gutter, so it reads like filth and it burns like acid
My syllables taste sour
I stand in a cold shower trying to scrape off the words I'm covered in
My syllables taste sour
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Stuttered up all my sentiments
And my mind's been in the gutter, so it reads like trash and it burns like acid
My syllables taste sour
I stand in a cold shower trying to scrape off the words I'm covered in
My syllables taste sour

I didn't wanna talk about it
My words fail me when you ask me nice

The last time somebody tried to hold me
He popped me like a water balloon
Said"cleaning up the mess seems like a you problem"

I didn't wanna talk about it
I stumble over every unmemorized line

The last time I let somebody try, it backfired
You seem like you might be somebody new

Are you?

Now my denim's in a puddle on your bedroom floor
I say the right things and you kiss me all over
I tell you"I like it"
I'm only half-lying this time
That feels like progress tonight
I'm farther than I was, but I

I still don't wanna talk about it
My words fail me when you ask me nice

The last time somebody tried to hold me
He popped me like a water balloon
Said"cleaning up the mess seems like a you problem"

I still don't wanna talk about it
I stumble over every unmemorized line the-the

The last time I let somebody try, it backfired
You seem like you might be
I'm trying to be

Somebody
Somebody

It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be some
It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be some
It's never too late to be, it's never too late to be
Somebody, somebody

Stuttered up all my sentiments
And my mind's been in the gutter, so it reads like filth and it burns like acid
My syllables taste sour
I stand in a cold shower trying to scrape off the words I'm covered in
My syllables taste sour
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Language: English
Length: 4:55
Written by: Grace Clark
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