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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

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