Bend my body into shapes Bend my body into shapes Till the butterflies escape When the room sits still and quiet I can feel your weight
Bend my body into shapes To show me how to fit My arms and legs are crossed The way you taught me to sit
I woke up in the dark Pressed up on the window This glass is cold I'm thinking in circles My mind is a razor and you're looking like a thread
Bend my body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes Till the butterflies escape My arms and legs are crossed And they're pinned down by your weight
I woke up in the dark Pressed up on the window This glass is cold This room is turning circles My mind is a razor and you're looking more and more like a thread
Bend my body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes
Bend my body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes Body into shapes
Compositor: Elliot Theodore Denenberg (Elliot Moss) ECAD: Obra #25490515