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Intro

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 I found you in a park

 In a well-lit city summer

 I heard your heart speed up

 Like an infant full of wonder

I will be my lake

 And you will be your ocean

 I'll hide in the Midwest

Far from your perpetual motion

 Our waters can never mix

 I'm any port in a storm

 Or any cliche in writer's block

 The opinions that you form

 You make me up when you talk

 It's me, your terra cotta

 A brittle pot ready to fall

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you

Call me terra cotta

 A baked heart to overflow

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you go

 You go

 I'll be your well-worn jeans

 We both know that you love me

 But when you go outside

 You throw a skirt above me

 I see your silhouette

Cracking on a storefront window

 But this town's not for you

 It's the kind of dirty only I know

 We're sediments caked in place

 I'm any bird in the hand

 Or any cliche in writer's block

 Like every soldier man

 You'll seal me under a rock

 It's me, your terra cotta

 A brittle pot ready to fall

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you

Call me terra cotta

 A baked heart to overflow

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you go

 It's me, your terra cotta

 A brittle pot ready to fall

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you

Call me terra cotta

 A baked heart to overflow

 But you won't see me nowhere

 That is, until you go

 You go

end on high Em (079987)