| Staring out the window in my bedroom makes me think back
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| I see me as a boy out there
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| Lying in the grass
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| Singing songs with all the wrong notes
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| And graduating high school as my mom cries
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| I’m writing the same song over and over again
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| And feeling lost
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| I’ve always felt so lost
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| I’m fucking up and getting over it
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| I’m over it
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| I’m fucking up and getting over it
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| I’m over it
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| I’m over it
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| I used to get half way home and give up on getting there
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| I’ll stumble over my own feet
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| Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me
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| I clenched the wheel the whole way home from Cleveland
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| With nothing more than my eyes half way open
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| And my hand smelling like smoke
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| Each mile I drive gets me closer to the streets that made me feel alone
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| I’m out of place and it doesn’t feel wrong
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| I’m fucking up and getting over it
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| I’m over it
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| I’m fucking up and getting over it
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| I’m over it
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| I’m over it
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| I used to get half way home and give up on getting there
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| I’ll stumble over my own feet
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| Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me
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| I’ll stumble over my own feet
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| Thinking about everyone and everything that got past me |