| Am I regressing or growing legs?
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| My pride on the floor like a broken egg
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| Brown paper floors in an empty room
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| You’re crying now but I’ll see you soon
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| And you say you’re sorry
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| And I say it too
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| What else is there to do?
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| And I’ll keep looking even if you don’t
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| And I’ll think about you on the bus ride home
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| And how I keep making the same mistakes
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| When I look back up you just crumble and break
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| And you look right through me
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| Do I look like no one to you?
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| And the days all blend together now
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| I’d say what’s wrong but I don’t know how
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| There’s something crawling in the walls
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| Still I’ll crawl in bed and forget you all
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| And I’m thinking about what you said
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| That you can have alonetime when you’re dead
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| One day I’ll be on the top floor of a building
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| Looking at you and our anxiety is crushing
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| We spent our whole lives wishing we were elsewhere and
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| Now that we’re gone we’re just trying to get back there |