| Sometimes it’s hard to look you in the eye
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| The mess I’ve created it stands idly by
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| And I don’t expect the dishes to do themselves
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| But that sure would be nice
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| Because I am moving circles, falling back
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| My past has caught up to me, and I’ve lost track
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| Of what is history and what is a book marked page
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| I’d always hoped to come back to someday
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| Don’t speak to soon
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| I’ll likely shut my ears or shut down
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| I’m mostly floating
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| And I’m not ready to come down
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| Don’t wipe away my tears so quickly
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| Do you even know if they’re happy or sad
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| Maybe I need to let them fall
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| Clean me out and wash me down
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| And let me drown for a while
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| You don’t have to hold my hand through this
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| You’ve got enough to carry on your own
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| I think you’ll need but hands for that
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| I think for now I’d be better off alone
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| I will be fine
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| I need to grow
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| No expectations please
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| Because I don’t know
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| Where I’m going or where I even stand
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| I’m just trying to find out exactly who I am
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| Don’t speak to soon
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| I’ll likely shut my ears or shut down
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| I’m mostly floating
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| And I’m not ready to come down |