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Broken Capo
Sitting here on a ledge
I just broke my capo that I′ve had since I was born
It lays there behind me on my bed
In three pieces like a mom at a morgue
Do you think it's afraid to die?
Do you think it′s afraid to die?
I organized my room the other day
Now my records sit on a shelf
While my stuffed animals watch them play
And everything looks perfect from afar
Like little boxes on a screen
And captions pulled from a jar
Do you think he's afraid to die?
Do you think he's afraid to die?
Yeah, I′m partially trying
But yeah, I′m never crying
Even when my heart splits in two
Just because I write this
Doesn't mean that it′s all fixed and through
I've bought all I have to buy
My walls are a mosaic telling me I′m kind
And they squeeze me in a surface level way
And even checking all the sites
Couldn't make the fear go away
Do you think he′s afraid to die?
Do you think he's afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Do you think he's afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Do you think he′s afraid to die? (Or is that just me?)
Or is that just me?
Music and lyrics by Sam Hurwitz
Additional vocals by Tyler Buckser-Schulz and Dylan Buckser-Schulz