| It’s not like we didn’t go the extra mile we tried
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| Got painted into corners had to wait until the floors dried
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| Lying in bed, letting thoughts drift ahead may they touch the rift
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| That turns a sure thing into ifs
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| Perhaps the cliffs we climb sap the drifting mind
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| I couldn’t let it go still I left it all behind
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| I miss you in my bed it’s getting harder to wake up
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| I used loved the way we fought then fucked to make up
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| But now you wouldn’t know me see I’ve changed in ways
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| Gone over the alleged edge in these strange days
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| But be that as it may, I mingle every single day
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| On the surface and do things out of love on purpose
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| With nervous ticks, I keep my nose in my business
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| That’s filled with failed tactics, walk the line like a fascist
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| I could of practiced more acting but I’m looking for fulfilling
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| Feeling the pulling of sitting back and just chilling
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| I’m in process of making rapid progress
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| Got some projects on the go but it’s slow at the office
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| Glad I don’t have a girl, but I want to be wanted
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| I approach undaunted. |
| See if you got, you flaunt it
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| I’m on it like my ex on my best man
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| Thought sex was less than expected. |
| Never been so disrespected
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| I’m getting past the point shoots keep pushing through the ground
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| But fuck it, I ain’t tripping but I keep falling down
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| It’s been real rainy, my bed’s been so empty
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| Though I know there’s plenty of fish in the sea to tempt me
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| But this time is meant for me to vent and finding plenty
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| Of things to do inside but not really doing anything
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| But thinking and reading and drinking and dreaming
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| And staying up late night in smoky bars screaming
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| Let me in. Let me out. |
| Hold it in Get it out
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| Get a grip got a hold it fits now break the mold
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| Horus]
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| Sleeping most of my days away
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| Then waking up in a blaze of gray
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| Just can’t pull it off and face the day
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| So I’m sleeping most of my days away
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| Just another bitter literalist hate liberal arts
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| Literature and get literally pissed
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| Pour out a little liquor for your dead mind
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| What a bitter bind you can let the light in and still
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| There ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
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| Only darkness everyday
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| I wonder this time where’s she gone
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| And if she’s gone to stay
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| I must insist, for this US to exist
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| We have to learn to live alone and keep growing on our own
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| I know right from wrong and know sight from song
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| And slight but strong, I take flight, BUT despite I’m hanging on
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| Damn right I’m doing dope things, I can’t help growing
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| Gotta keep on keeping on, the lawn needs mowing
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| The dishes need doing, I need to do some more screwing
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| And usually I’m pretty choosy but when boozy only human…
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| And if you see me at the party wearing nothing but a lamp shade
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| You’ll know I’ve come apart but that at least I’ve got bandaids
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| The band played on for the handmaidens who remained
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| And the dudes who stayed on, got laid til day dawned
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| I’ve made claims before that were different than my aims
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| Now I stand behind my words and I’m not calling out names
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| Like which Claire was it, and where was it located
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| I still have the naked photos of a few ladies I dated
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| I know you’re listening cause sometimes I can hear you
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| And if it’s nearby, I can feel your heart beating
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| We keep leaving things being it’s not easy to contain
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| Keeping ominously calm when it never stays the same
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| Weaving through time like your touch could soothe my mind
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| I used to find clues to who I was but now I’m blind drunk
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| On wine reaching punk rock plateaus then retching
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| And I’m not depressed I just passed out resting |