You are a magnifying glass
Against my head
And when you’re talking at me
I’m there instead
You love me ‘till I’m frightened
Wanna hold the world
Inside my head
And all those passing feelings
They never told me
What they meant
My eyes are swollen full
Of people I’ve met
They’re growing in the garden
Now that you’re older
Pick with your hands
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