Thin-Skinned - A Pacifist's Corner

I'm seeing short stories in linear forms
Like most of what I've heard before
Oh I
I know the way these go
And I'm pulling west of words they say
I guess I wanted to stay away oh
Oh I
I wouldn't form a fist
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Oh I
And there are strange ways I lock my words
Without filtering them first
If you want to hear them slurred Just say those vicious words
I've seen desperate opportunities
And I have flirted with naiveties
No matter how smug it's clear
When his hands block your ears
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Oh I
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand yourself
Shout from the sidelines as my guts get spilled
Losing my patience and my principles
And I beat myself up trying to warn her
With a view from a Pacifists corner
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Oh I
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand yourself
Who's colder now
Where's your satire now
Who's colder now
Oh I
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand yourself
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Who's colder now
Oh I
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand
Don't expect you to understand yourself

Written by:
James Johnston, Maria Rocha

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