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Hiding In My Hoodie

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I look up at the ceiling
And see it's higher than I thought
If I could fly
The first thing I'd do is go to the top
And look down at the floor
Because it's the home of my ghosts
I can see and hear all of them
But they're not there for me when I need them the most
You are quite special
I don't wanna let you go
I like you
But I don't love our God enough to
Sacrifice everything
That's been hiding behind my mind to your truth
I look up at the sky
And realize it's a shade of gold
It's the colors of all the
Stories that we left untold
I look down at the ground
And suddenly it disappears
I don't know how we'll be able
To get to heaven if we're falling down here
If we're falling down here
If we're fallen
If we're falling down here
If we're fallen
You are quite special
I don't wanna let you go
I like you
But I don't love our God enough to
Sacrifice everything
That's been hiding behind my mind to your truth
Oh darling, I like you
But I don't love our God enough to
Sacrifice everything
That's been hiding behind my mind to your truth
I'm autistic (I look up at the ceiling)
Yeah, I'm an idealist (And see it's higher than I thought)
I'm the cracked skin, dry blood on your fist (If I could fly)
You're the bruises forming on the side of my wrist (The first thing I'd do is go to the top)
Oh, I'm autistic (And look down at the floor)
Yeah, I'm an idealist (Because it's the home of my ghosts)
I'm the cracked skin, dry blood on your fist (I can see and hear all of them)
You're the bruises forming on the side of my wrist (But they're not there for me when I need them the most)
Oh, I'm autistic (I look up at the sky)
Yeah, I'm an idealist (And realize it's a shade of gold)
I'm the cracked skin, dry blood on your fist (It's the colors of all the)
You're the bruises forming on the side of my wrist (Stories that we left untold)
Oh, I'm autistic (I look down at the ground)
Yeah, I'm an idealist (And suddenly it disappears)
I'm the cracked skin, dry blood on your fist (I don't know how we'll be able)
You're the bruises forming on the side of my wrist (To get to heaven if)
Oh, love is
Whatever you want it to be
Hold on a minute
The words I just spoke were blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy
Blasphemy

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