the vocal melody is a fallin',
one step at a time,
and the below is always callin',
someday the melody's gonna climb,

I don't know, 
but I have an idea,
it's mental diareah,
it's a part of apart,
it's a breaking my heart,

so I'll bury myself in the bright November,
and pretend it's okay,
while you fill me up like a canker sore cup,
and hang me on a beautiful day,

things were going great,
in a transensual state,
when the chords started going like this,

be short if you cannot belong

I suffer into every dawn,
I'm It, but I won't tag along,
scar tissue lines my every song
be short if you cannot belong,
just disappear into your mind,
and leave it all so far behind,
there's still a place where you might find,
the stars above have all aligned,

just be short if you cannot belong,

(Be Short) If You Cannot Belong

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

(Be Short) If You Cannot Belong

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