| It’s 4am again and I’m falling asleep with the headphones in
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| It shouldn’t be like this
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| And it’s so hard to act like I’m over this
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| When everything you said tore my heart out of my chest
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| I just wanna feel something again
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| I’m not innocent
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| Not in the least bit
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| Selfish wishful thinking
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| And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head
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| Then I’m not the only one digging up the dead
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| You swear you’re a safe bet, but I know that you’re not
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| And I think that’s why I’m here and you still think I’m wrong
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| But there’s nothing between you and me
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| Not anymore
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| Not on your back porch at 4am
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| I’m in this van hoping I won’t see you again
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| I just wanna feel something again
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| I’m not innocent
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| Not in the least bit
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| Selfish wishful thinking
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| And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head
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| Then I’m not the only one digging up the dead
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| (My family gets smaller every year)
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| Does your conscience keep you awake?
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| Because one day all that you’ve felt in those bones will make them break
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| But now I know just how you see me, and I want you to know
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| You won’t grow out of selfish, you’ll just find better ways to hide it
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| If you gave all that you take, the weight would take its toll and your skeleton
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| would cave
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| I just wanna feel something again
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| I’m not innocent
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| Not in the least bit
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| Selfish wishful thinking
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| And if this mess that I left in the southwest is in your head
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| Then I’m not the only one digging up the dead |