| I’ve been leaving messages on an answering machine
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| In a house that’s always empty, so I know nobody’s listening.
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| I’ve been confessing my transgressions over tape hiss
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| And the silence makes me sick.
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| No good can come from this.
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| I’m letting go.
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| I’ve been holding on like poison ivy
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| Out of cold suburban concrete
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| From this careless urban sprawl.
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| I’m letting go.
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| You know we can’t keep out of trouble.
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| I thought my kids would call you uncle.
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| I thought we’d never be alone.
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| I’ve got images of you inside my head
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| Outside of the gas station where we always used to shoplift.
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| It’s car-crash rhetoric.
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| We fucked up everything we came in contact with.
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| Just boyhood recklessness.
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| I’m letting go.
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| I’ve been holding on like poison ivy
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| Out of cold suburban concrete
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| From this careless urban sprawl.
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| I’m letting go.
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| You know we can’t keep out of trouble.
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| I thought my kids would call you uncle.
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| I thought we’d never be alone.
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| I’m letting go.
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| If you walked me home, you’d know how weak my arms got.
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| I just can’t carry you.
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| If you walked me home, I know I’d have flashbacks
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| Of snow angels and gut laughs.
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| If you walked me home… but you won’t.
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| You’re all alone on some bullshit, pill-bottle vision quest.
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| If you walked me home, I don’t know when I would finally
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| Work up the backbone to walk alone.
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| I’m letting go
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| Cause I loved you, but I have to.
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| I’m letting go.
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| You know we can’t keep out of trouble.
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| I thought my kids would call you uncle.
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| I thought we’d never be alone.
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| I’m letting go.
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| If you walked me home… |