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The Tailor
Every promise is a funeral suit
I'm making garments
Afraid to be worn
Still begging the dark for the measurements
Of a body I've already torn
A costume made of wounds
I keeping trying to live in the shape I was born
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
I learned to pray with a tailor's mouth
Hemming my veins with trembling silver
Stitched up my disguise to kneel and to breathe
A confession that I deliver
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
Our perfect teeth and our crooked minds
We're just smiling at the end of times
Our perfect teeth and our crooked minds
We're just smiling at the end of times
We're just smiling at the end of times
End of times
End of times
We're just smiling at the end of times
End of times
End of times
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
We wear our pain
We wear our pain
We wear our pain like we wear our clothes
The more that it fits the less that it shows
Our perfect teeth and our crooked minds
We're just smiling at the end of times
Our perfect teeth and our crooked minds
We're just smiling at the end of times
