| Looking back
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| Losing track of time
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| With my dull sense and frame of mind
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| I could swear that I’m crazy
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| And stuck feeling lazy
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| At my own attempt to relay
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| I can’t escape
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| From these routine days
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| Locked in repeat themes, losing too much sleep over thoughts entertained
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all
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| Unfinished stories like the walls you built in my head
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| Fade away like I never even came to spark
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| I wasted all my time distracted by the wrong wealth
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| I always thought I had it figured out all for myself
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| I ran for miles just to come out inches short, so
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all
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| Motionless
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| Motionless I lay
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| In my grave built with apathy
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| It’s so easy to get caught up in the what ifs left untouched
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| I can’t explain the reasons why I think about these things
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| The little imperfections partner up
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| A common ground for always feeling stuck
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all
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| Unfinished stories like the walls you built in my head
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| Fade away like I never even came to spark
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| I wasted all my time distracted by the wrong wealth
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| I always thought I had it figured out all for myself
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| I ran for miles just to come out inches short, so
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all
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| I’m busy counting down the days
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| 'Cause I could really use a break
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| From carrying this weight around my neck
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| I stress, and overcompensate for what’s next
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| Yeah, we can cross that bridge in time
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| Yeah, we can cross that bridge in mind
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all
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| Unfinished stories like the walls you built in my head
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| Fade away like I never even came to spark
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| I wasted all my time distracted by the wrong wealth
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| I always thought I had it figured out all for myself
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| I ran for miles just to come out inches short, so
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| Write me off like you never held the pen at all |