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Hearts And Hips
It's easy to become someone you aren’t
It isn’t hard becoming that person in front of a crowded room
You take what you get
The compliments, batting-eyes, and regret
As if they were sparks off a spinning firework
Cause, in an instance the light becomes dark
And, you’re exposed for what you really are
It took a firefly to catch my attention
Though my vision was focused upon a falling rock
What are the chances of seeing that
One-and-a-half to a million, or even less
I guess there is such a thing as pieces falling into place
Raining down hard upon the blank side of the puzzle
Of the friendliest dog caged in by an overprotective mother
We’re only searching for a place to fit in where we can be comfortable
We’re only searching for a place to fit in where we can settle down
We’re only hoping for another day
It was held between two hard back covers
Made to look like leather to add a sense of importance
To the story inside of an author’s head
Of a girl loved, who left without moving her lips
Since words would have stolen the invention of a mood
The predisposition of a boy who wouldn’t follow
His heart or the hips of a girl who was begging him to
We’re only searching for a place to fit in where we can be comfortable
We’re only searching for a place to fit in where we can settle down
We’re only hoping for another day
