| It’s kind of fuzzy, but I still remember running away
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| Broken glass reminds me of mistakes I’ve made
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| Misdirected anger, an empty Colt 45
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| It might have meant something
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| but probably we were just killing time
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| When I was riding my bike before we moved away
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| I never felt so close to the streets that I claimed to hate
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| It’s 2 years later and we’ve replaced them
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| With something bigger:
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| busy sidewalks and angry neighbors
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| It was freezing last night waiting for the bus
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| I don’t think I’ll be home before the sun comes up
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| Another winter night hanging out until 7 am
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| It’s almost spring this year,
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| until then I think I’ll just stay in bed
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| Loose ends, sunset by the waterfront
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| If this is where I belong then it’s time to grow up
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| But there’s some questions that I don’t want to answer,
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| Things I’m scared to talk about, I’ve watched myself
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| fuck up too many times
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| But wait, I’ll try as hard as I can and hope for the best
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| Sometimes it feels like you do the best that you can
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| (You try and try and try) but no one really wins in the end
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| It’s more than you wanted, anyway. |