Respectable Things from Respectable Things by Romie Romak

You know I heard it all around town
It’s just like you
To will something to die when you don’t win
I hear the echoes through the walls now
It’s just like me to reach out trying to touch my grief again

Who was I to try to hold be near to fear your beauty dear
When I could only stifle spoil curdle
gifts you have to give us all

I guess I really can’t say
Cannot tell myself you’re evil just to feel okay
I surrender to defeat like when my guard was down
Before I wrote myself into a faltered drop of crowns

You know I heard it all around town
It’s just like you
To will something to die when you don’t win
I hear the echoes through the walls now
It’s just like me to reach out trying to touch my grief again

I know you hate pressure
I know you hate pressure
Wander in a loop and stumble on pleasure
I know you hate pressure
And up we don’t measure
You and I were just not meant for respectable things

Why do I want the ones to whom I have to prove
I’m vying to
Fight loss
I lose
I fear the news
I try to learn
I scare me too

I think I’m ready for my picture now picture now
You’ll find I happen to be all around all around
I am hiding in the corners of surreal and stark
No way to miss me when my voice is in the speaker loud

You know I heard it all around town
It’s just like you
To will something to die when you don’t win
I hear the echoes through the walls now
It’s just like me to reach out trying to touch my grief again

I know you hate pressure
I know you hate pressure
Fall upon bone and wish for me ever
I know you hate pressure
And up we can’t measure
You and I were just not meant for respectable things

I’m think I’m ready for my picture now picture now
You’ll find I happen to be all around all around
You had to run away because I had to fall apart
No way to miss me when my voice lives in your tortured brow

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