| I’ll spend my summers on the motorways and crossroads
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| Always half-exhausted and always fully lost in
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| Salivary sirens, weekend spouses, or gold prospects
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| Draped in dimestore romance and batshit expectations
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| I’ll spend some time in Colorado or Chicago
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| Always be unsure if I’m ever really there though
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| I’ll move bi-monthly to another basement bedroom
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| Grind down my shoe soles ‘til I’ve run out of towns to run to
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| These passing trucks can be my swan song
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| And you’ll insist I’ve done it so wrong
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| But living though my losses makes the world so much less daunting
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| I’ve got nothing left to fear but fear itself
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| Fear is an empty glass in an empty bar
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| Opposite the girl you’ll never have
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| She asks if I ever feel like I’ll disappear
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| Well, I’ve been battling my irrelevance for years
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| So have another drink with me
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| We’ll toast to our obscurity
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| Stagger, Medicate, Repeat
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| ‘Til our youth blinks out forever |