| I’m not dead
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| And I feel better than the last time I talked to you
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| Sleeping with you on the couch
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| Was the best I’ve felt in months
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| You know you’re my family
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| Until the day that all my blood stops running
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| And my heart gives up
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| They find me in the bathroom tied off
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| Or like Jason on the kitchen floor
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| Chain lock on the door, receipts on the table
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| Twelve unread emails
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| I was going through withdrawal in a mall
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| I threw up in the food court
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| Waiting on a call to come through
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| And the more half-baked, romantic part of my brain
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| Told me that was the thing to hold on to
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| I don’t think it’s too late
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| I don’t think…
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| Is it too late?
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| Were the best times of my life mistakes?
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| I owe a lot of apologies
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| And I wish I’d made some of them sooner
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| Should’ve spent more time around mountains and trees
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| I should’ve moved back out of the city
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| I wish I’d read more of the books I bought
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| Unless heaven is as boring as we always thought
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| Then I hope they let me read all of the books I brought
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| Hope they let me read all of the books I brought
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| I don’t think it’s too late
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| I don’t think it’s too late
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| I don’t think it’s too late
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| I don’t think it’s too late
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| Uh, I was just calling to talk to you for a little bit and, uh
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| See how you’re doing and everything
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| Love you, buddy |