Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
The seconds rip by like a box car at night
All my pictures disassemble in my brain from the light of my phone
The ill specter in my hand
I want to rip it
Wanna rip it
Rip it out of my head
It's the title of a story that still hasn't begun
My home is a prison
My death will be unsung
Even if I track down that very special person
I'm still me and I'm not the very best version
Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
Your features are so nice
Strepsiades - My Home Is A Prison Lyrics
Strepsiades - My Home Is A Prison Lyrics
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Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
The seconds rip by like a box car at night
All my pictures disassemble in my brain from the light of my phone
The ill specter in my hand
I want to rip it
Wanna rip it
Rip it out of my head
It's the title of a story that still hasn't begun
My home is a prison
My death will be unsung
Even if I track down that very special person
I'm still me and I'm not the very best version
Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
The seconds rip by like a box car at night
All my pictures disassemble in my brain from the light of my phone
The ill specter in my hand
I want to rip it
Wanna rip it
Rip it out of my head
It's the title of a story that still hasn't begun
My home is a prison
My death will be unsung
Even if I track down that very special person
I'm still me and I'm not the very best version
Your features are so nice
And the picture frames them just right
Your features are so nice
Writer: Dominic Lozano
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