J Church - Plastic
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Empty glasses made of plastic,
So unlikely and fantastic,
I might cruise in coffee houses,
I m returning naked glances
But if the mediocre [vision ...] you boring,
You start a conversation on American short stories
Don t even, don t even tell me,
(Don t tell me, don t tell me),
Don t tell me that it s nothing,
Don t tell me that you need it,
Don t even, don t even tell me,
(Don t tell me, don t tell me),
Do you want the complication,
Not open to interpretation
Whose figures are you flexing?
So drunk and interesting,
You should be [...?] at your studies,
She leave me bruised and bloody
You re trying to say I think I love,
I [smell?] the rest of the day
I m trying to find the words but there s nothing left to say
Don t even, don t even tell me,
(Don t tell me, don t tell me),
Don t tell me that it s something,
Don t tell me that you need it,
Don t even, don t even tell me,
(Don t tell me, don t tell me),
Do you want the complication,
Not open to interpretation
Nervous and callous crust,
Smooth and [...?],
I m happy with the knowledge I won t see you again
This is not my style,
(Don t even tell me, don t even tell me),
I guess I feel [insane ...?] for a while,
This is not my style,
(Don t even tell me, don t even tell me),
I guess I m feeling changed, even just for a while
