| As of lately, there’s so many things that get the best of me
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| All the small talk I’m not good at in this crippling routine
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| And maybe that’s why I’m never content
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| With just being where I am as of lately, as of lately
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| Remember when we were good?
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| To sit in my car and speak through the silence
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| I wonder if we still could
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| In this crazy world where all we do is crave
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| Well as of lately, I’ve been drinking out to fill some vicious void
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| As I disguise it with illusions of moderation and of choice
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| And in this room full of drunken strangers, oh great savior
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| Can you still save me? |
| Can you still save me?
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| Remember when we were good?
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| To sit in my car and speak through the silence
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| I wonder if we still could
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| In this crazy world where all we do is crave
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| Crave too much, we crave
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| Well as of lately, yes I haven’t felt like myself at all
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| And in the moment of my weakness, now I barely feel the fall
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| And all the time spent chasing shadows of some greater thrill
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| Could I find contentment in just being still?
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| Remember when we were good?
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| To sit in my car and speak through the silence
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| I wonder if we still could
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| In this crazy world where all we know is
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| How we’re just getting by, chasing the fleeting spark of a comfort
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| I wonder if we could find
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| Some peace these days when all we do is crave |