"Cookie-cutter" by Ettienne Smook

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Cookie-cutter

We need to dream and hope and hold fast to an enigmatic shape
Be it love, a girl or breakfast, or emotions on a plate
Doesn’t matter how we phrase it, we need to give something away
lest we be boxed in by partitions we erect along the way
We spend our days a-drilling holes in ourselves
and by the shape of these omissions find an oblique way to tell
what we believe to be distortions of the true and honest self
By dissociation appropriate defensive spells

CHORUS:
I’ve had enough of this
and I should change my focus
You should be the pronoun
Let me wear your face

But doubt and its minions keep a very steady course
Seven days and seven nights around your resolve
until finally it comes toppling like the walls of Jericho
You had hoped that hope would rather beg those partitions go

CHORUS

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