| A constant state of half awake
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| Why can’t I stay? |
| I can’t escape
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| I hate myself for feeling nothing
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| No matter what, I stray
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| I go again and again
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| And again and again and again
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| But I can’t stop myself
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| But what’s the point of all this suffering?
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| Why do I starve?
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| Is there comfort to be left in loss?
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| Does it help to know
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| That the end is just the end
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| And that the distance has always been there?
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| I’m just more aware of how close it is to here
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| It’s surrounding us when we lie together
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| And it’s there when I miss your calls
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| I’m not myself
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| I feel the change
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| I’m falling down
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| Fading away
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| Why can’t I stay?
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| I can’t escape
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| I find myself
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| Stuck
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| You say it’s easier down the road
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| «I know»
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| But what I’m working towards
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| I’m building it alone
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| Because we’re the patient ones
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| We wait, we wait, we waste, we waste
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| But what’s the point of deserving days
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| That you’ll never claim? |