| Tonight I walked through a field that used to scare me
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| More than I scared myself
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| And thought of the last time that I felt hopeless
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| Sixteen in my father’s car wondering how
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| An artificial light could make me feel so empty
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| And if it looked as dull pouring from street lights
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| As it did shining from my tiny arms
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| On days when the world was too loud
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| And my voice was too small
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| I wish I had known you then
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| About your mind and how it perfectly mimics my own
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| Or how good it felt to lie in this field
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| Knowing it was never death that interested me
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| It was the idea of an opportunity to follow a cold breeze
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| That promised to take me anywhere but here
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| And you thanked me for curing you
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| For saving your life when you thought nobody could
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| And reminding you that people are worth loving
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| And worth holding onto
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| But I’m left with a knot in my chest asking
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| Why this feels so much like leaving and letting go
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| Treat me like a stained mattress
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| Rest your body on my body
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| Let me feel the weight of your existence
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| So I know what purpose feels like
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| And I’ll lie patiently, waiting for a kiss
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| Three seconds to prove to you
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| That the biggest mistake of your life
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| Was jumping before the building collapsed
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| I’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work
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| Because I’ve never wanted anything more
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| In my entire life than to prove that it could |