| I let 'er back, wasn’t as easy as I thought it’d be
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| Solving thoughts of self-worth, getting over you
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| Feeling all these feet that I’m underneath
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| The words are coming about as easy as
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| My peace that it swallows in between
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| And I’m lost with she consuming my thoughts
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| Turning he to he is something I don’t need
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| Right, afraid of you, or afraid of me?
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| Aging the lesson, living in future’s worry
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| I could never see, so I’m allowed to question
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| And it’s not to leave us left guessing
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| I just wanna breath with a chest free of tension
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| Have an answer that defines the meaning
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| It’s hard to believe though right?
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| Honesty, now even the truth is hard to read
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| So we coop up afraid to speak and stay silent just be
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| 'Cause anger follows the word we, and we don’t get
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| We try, look pathetic, regret that warmth or freeze
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| I’ll stand rejected these words infest
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| And now hurt is a cure, wings spread be free
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| And I’ll try to be
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| Sometimes I’m guessing the lessons learned
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| Are stretched in tethered seams, seems to stretch
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| Mixing up my thoughts, fuckin' up my speech |
| And the circle circle’s
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| Starts at the scene where you decide to leave
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| And I can’t pretend to not see if you’re right
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| Cause if I was you I guess, I would hate me
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| Yeah I felt like that way for like, I 'dunno, for a while, uh, I was like,
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| too busy trying to like, fix a thing, and keep it alive
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| This is why I step regardless of fate
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| I move from you, feeling sick and afraid
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| Foot at a time every day more empty
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| So I paint but everything bleeds gray
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| You want proof that I move from what I do
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| With every truth seen as excuse
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| What’s the use of blame? |
| Already bruised
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| And claimed everything that we went through
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| I’m out of pockets to hold this shame with
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| So sick of past and pain you keep placed in
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| So I mass mistakes and turn facing a grudge
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| That claim them, hoping it won’t hate it
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| But it’s a monster, it’s not solid
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| My hands go right through
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| So dark and abused, a shadow to hide promises
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| We used to hold on to
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| The only conviction that’s said so plain
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| Is against in defense of misjudged statements
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| Till we shake in rage you hold aim with a weight |
| To carry my name in
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| I’m making you look like a bad person, right?
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| Is that what you’d say?
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| I can’t feel guilty all the time
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| And there’s only so much I could take
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| So the stress made a space in old is a tell in the mirror
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| Only we don’t grow, just age to the point of defeat
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| And it shows, straining to speak but just don’t
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| As awful as I ever was
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| Hoping for hope, grabbing at air with stares so cold
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| And a person who crumbles in between holds
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| I sift through it looking for gold, but find, that I won’t
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| You know what? |
| That’s always like the weird part too, like when people break up
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| and it gets like, ugly and terrible. |
| Like how come they can’t just remember,
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| like when they met, they saw something beautiful in each other.
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| They found an attractive person they’re like, you know, 'I wanna find out more
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| about them, they seem incredible, they seem very nice, they seem…
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| blah blah blah' and you learn about that person. |
| Why’s it all have to get ugly?
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| Why can’t it just be remembered that, it started because you fuckin' liked |
| each other
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| This distance creates a space
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| We fill with fingers pointing cross-ways
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| And hold our hearts, pledging our side
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| So brave but afraid to step off base
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| Such a waste of air to fill words when
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| Our exhales that hope to help cure just hurt
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| And we search through what’s heard for comfort
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| But keep finding an ugly person
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| It’s pathetic, someone’s gotta say it
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| At this point, I’ve run out of guilt
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| Somewhere between my try and your pride
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| Free will has turned this to an easy kill
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| Mistakes are made at times, I’m not perfect
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| And worse shit you could even claim
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| But a better person forgives and moves on
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| Blame threads every glance that you make
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| I’m losing my will to care or be there, be alone
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| If the truth is mutual, I know, my silence is hell
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| where you told take note
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| Poke the bear beware the path you chose
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| Cause you my belly up
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| And I ought to know the same shot
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| I could show where you rot
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| I could push and prod till you fold
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| But I’m not I won’t
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| I could but I don’t
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| I hold that fault to my chest
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| One hand waving my best, drowning |
| Afraid of distance but let
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| The two of us left upset, stop shouting
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| Assuming a mess, the toll it takes to just rest
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| In peace each piece still counting
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| Ways to forget, unless it’s a win it’s just stress
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| In address to nothing amounting
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| So let’s just bet on downing each other again
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| Prep that poker face, push all in
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| You’re all verse to all of me, blood and skin
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| Who wins can say let’s just be friends
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| And flaunt it, other pretends to not lose face
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| Gives in, smiles that keep up in company
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| But never feel safe, neglects, reject, just blend in |