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Parma Violets
by Ines Rae
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All my friends pop Parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns u what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed so cold
And they wouldn't know
Didn't think it'd come this soon
Watch the world outside my new bedroom
Like the flowers on my windowsill
Only been a day for them to bloom
But sometimes they can die overnight
Like a snowflake in the clouds of July
Like the first flight of a butterfly
Haven't hit the ground yet
Im not used to it
All my friends pop parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed cold
And they wouldn't know
They wouldn't know
I can barely sleep at all
Hate the music playing through this wall
These are times I should adore but
Never have I ever felt so small
The windows start to crack over time
Like the pieces of my unstable mind
Like the shot glass that I left behind
Haven't hit the ground yet
Im not used to it
All my friends pop parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed cold
And they wouldn't know
They wouldn't know
All my friends pop Parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns u what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed so cold
And they wouldn't know
Didn't think it'd come this soon
Watch the world outside my new bedroom
Like the flowers on my windowsill
Only been a day for them to bloom
But sometimes they can die overnight
Like a snowflake in the clouds of July
Like the first flight of a butterfly
Haven't hit the ground yet
Im not used to it
All my friends pop parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed cold
And they wouldn't know
They wouldn't know
I can barely sleep at all
Hate the music playing through this wall
These are times I should adore but
Never have I ever felt so small
The windows start to crack over time
Like the pieces of my unstable mind
Like the shot glass that I left behind
Haven't hit the ground yet
Im not used to it
All my friends pop parma violets
While I sit here alone
It's only my first night on my fourth call back to home
And no one ever warns you what it's like as you grow old
This one way ticket never seemed cold
And they wouldn't know
They wouldn't know
