Jealous Of The Birds - Parma Violets

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Hang Tibetan paintings on my bedroom wall
Stick stars on the ceiling so I don’t feel so small
God I wish I could call you, what the hell would I say?
Hope you’re feelin' better, we should hang out some day
Oh please
Don’t you swallow
Pills like parma violets, again
Once you showed me a secret, delicate as a moth
It barely shivered, its wings were so soft
Then it flew up to the fluorescent light
I knew right then that you would be alright
Oh please
Don’t you swallow
Pills like parma violets, again
Our lives are prisms, the light beams through
Refracting colors is what we do
We’re different shades of the same blue
But at least we’re true, at least we’re true
Oh please
Don’t you swallow
Pills like parma violets, again