| I’m staring out into that vaccum again
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| From the back porch of my mind
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| The only thing thats alive
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| I’m all there is
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| And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw
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| My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk
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| You know I’ll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
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| 'Til then you’re invisible
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| Cause theres a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense
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| And in the middle of drinks, maybe the fifth or the sixth
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| I’m completely alone at a table of friends
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| I feel nothing for them. |
| I feel nothing, nothing
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| Well, I need a break from the city again
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| I think I’ll ship myself back west
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| I got a friend there, she says, «hey, any time.»
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| Unless that offers expired, I have been less than frequent
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| She’s under no obligation to indulge every whim
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| And I’m so ungrateful, I take, she gives and forgives
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| And I keep forgetting it
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| And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
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| Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
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| I said «I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
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| I have some where I die, I have some where we all die.»
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| I’m thinking of quitting drinking again
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| I know i said that a couple times
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| And I’m always changing my mind, well, i guess i am
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| But theres this burn in my stomach and theres this pain in my side
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| And when I kneel at the toilet
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| And the mornings clean light pours in through the window
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| Sometimes I pray I don’t die
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| I’m a goddamn hypocrite
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| But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense
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| There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
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| And so I do what I do and at least I exist
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| What could mean more than this?
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| What would mean more?
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| Mean more?
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| Ohhhh |