PICK , Pick , pick
Pick , pick , pick ..pick just one , pick a pack of peppers .. Peter
pick pick pick ,
pick at that scab, pick it until it bleeds , and make it hurt all over again
Pick a channel , pick a time ,
you picked me , you saw my face look into your eyes and no one had ever done that before ,
I fought for you but you picked me.
Pick pick pick ..
Don't fall in love , pick someone ,
don't tell your truth , pick a lie ..tell it and let it unfold
Pretend I hurt you and waite .. pick pick pick ..pick me apart
With the small complaints , then fucking with my head and then laying down the crumbs
Pick pick pick , your nose while you wait for me to figure it out
Pick at the cracks in your story , pick the right moment to expose yourself ,
watch me tilt upon the weight of your truth ..of my truth as the two collide
Pick pick pick , pick your weapon , pick the path , you pick your pieces up , i”ll pick mine
Pick your moment to look back
as I pick my moment to say , you're free to leave
Pick pick pick
Try to pick my bones , guilt may have let me , let you
Until the still small voice spoke..in me
You pick , pick chaos or pick peace
I pick peace ..pick.. pick... pick
Everyday I am grateful that I can pick peace , pick a new life , without you
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