| I’m sorry I’m 3 months late
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| Keeping you up to date on my travels and shape
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| Things have been going great and for honesty’s sake
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| It’s good to sort it all out and get the story straight
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| Justified by infinite car rides, I’ve had the time to sort and process us
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| And I can’t say for sure but I think I’ve finally started making some sense
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| And good, out of old habits, they don’t go away young
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| I can’t ignore the fact that we used to think as one
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| It’s like watching the flower grow into old age
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| No matter how much water you give it, it fades away
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| You lose what you love, nature always make sure
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| You bruise when you touch, nature always stays pure
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| With her I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| There’s hope in the things good people have to say, (drop)
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| We’ll do anything in our power to forget the past
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| Or we sing songs to make the best moments last
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| I grab these recent years anytime I can
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| Close my eyes and relive the all laughing again
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| And I’ve been through this before but it’s never the same
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| Fought the same kind of war, for someone else’s name
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| I don’t want to go back, but something’s pulling me there
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| No matter how much I concentrate your ghost is still here
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| You never really know…
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| My eyes are giving out from staring into nothing
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| They’ve been looking inside to fix the malfunction
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| Reliving old moments to say the right thing
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| That’s my god given gift of imagining
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| What it could have been like, what it would of been like
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| To build a world as man and wife, despite that
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| I chose tears without explanation
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| Standing in the rain nursing my patience
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| But then again there was nothing left for me to say
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| Or at least I was convinced that was the only way
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| To get past the cities limits and visit myself for once
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| Find an audience that mimics the people I trust
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| Confront the damaged parts of my psyche
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| So the rest of the world could start to like me
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| But first things first, the slate must be clean
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| Change the things you can touch but leave the rest to dreams
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| I seem jaded but it’s more like preoccupied
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| Saving everyone I can in this little world of mine
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| It’s always been this way, roadblocks and broken toes
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| I’m trying to keep it going, cause I know one day I’ll grow
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| Into the world’s best therapist with something to show
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| It’s all so overwhelming, you never really know. |
| …
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| Reality check, she doesn’t live here anymore, dont
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| Reality check, she can’t hear what your saying
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| Reality check, at some point the connection’s gone
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| Reality check, there’s a reason this happened
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| What happens when you slit your wrists and everyone dies except you? |