| I took forty-five steps today:
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| Couch to bathroom to kitchen to couch
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| Thanksgiving '15 in a loft across from a cemetery
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| Drinking beer & NyQuil in this old mill
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| It’s burnt out from a fire back in '93
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| Gentrified and standing tall
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| I feel like I’m stuck on an island
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| I’ve been more than selfish
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| Wishing I could be landlocked again
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| I want to do something great
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| Instead I’ll question my age
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| And wonder why I’m such a mess
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| And now I want to be more than me
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| More for my friends and the four people left in my family
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| I’m so sick of everything always bringing me down
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| I’ll try not to break my neck
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| Get my feet on the ground
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| So I don’t have to be a burden —
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| Some sad kid up in bed
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| I’ve resigned my happiness to «lack thereof.»
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| Guess nothing’s perfect in the end
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| I’ll be alright
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| I’ll upend every good thing that I’ll find
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| But I’ll keep pissing in the wind
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| I want to be the one
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| I want to know what I love
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| I want to hold it together
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| But that’s not an option anymore |