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you think you know yourself

and you think you know your way out

of who you are

when you're outside and when they come around



but life gets busy, days get dizzy

you've been out so long



out of town, out of bounds

in the box so



open it up



cause outside the fashion lines

under the bed where you used to hide

and buried near the tree where we once played

there's red string around a box

sealing up your memory

of who you used to be

and who you are to me

though you thought no one could see

i can and i'm disgusted

disgusted

by the way you claim to be

by your public display



your pda

for everything

that spat on you

that brought you tears

streaming silence

under the branches

where we sat shaded from the glare



of the sun and their eyes, and off a magazine

laying in sand by the girls those summers

near the ice cream stand, trying to replicate

the flavor of the month, as we enjoyed ours



tryna be kids

but your pda for all of this

i'd like to forget

..i'd like to forget..



you think you know yourself

and you think you know your way out

of who you are

when you're outside and when they come around



i still remember

the mocking around you

like you joke about others now



and i still remember

them looking down on you

like you look toward others now



i still remember

their public displays

of affection for you



i still remember,

they aren't your friends...



you still remember,



don't you..?



cause outside the fashion lines

under the bed where you used to hide

and buried near the tree where we once played

there's red string around a box

sealing up your memory

of who you used to be

and who you are to me

though you thought no one could see

i can and i'm disgusted

disgusted

by the way you claim to be

by your public display



your pda

for everything

that spat on you

that brought you tears

streaming silence

under the branches

where we sat shaded from the glare



of the sun and their eyes, and off a magazine

laying in sand by the girls those summers

near the ice cream stand, trying to replicate

the flavor of the month, as we enjoyed ours



tryna be kids

but your pda for all of this

i'd like to forget

..i'd like to forget..