If anything, it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you staring at the ceiling,
There's another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards,
That hides inside of all this tension that I'm feeling.
But it's all inside of you,
Yeah it's all inside of you.
Surprise, surprise, I miss your hair,
You miss my eyes and all this solitude is my confidence eroding,
So we slide inside of someone's mouth and someone's eyes,
Until there's a sound of something intimate exploding.
But it's all inside of you,
Yeah it's all inside of you,
Oh it's all inside of you,
Yeah it's all inside of you.
I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilized and then,
We wouldn't have this evidence congealing,
Surprise, surprise, another pair of lips and eyes,
And that is the consequence of actually feeling.
It was all inside of you,
It was all inside of you,
It was all inside of you,
It was all inside of you.
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