| I wait until the sun goes down to leave the house
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| That way no one has to worry about my why or when or whereabouts
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| It helps to picture you alone with someone else
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| I can tap into that righteous anger I’ve denied myself
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| But at the moment of conception, I was barely in the room
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| I wait for them to come to me on principle
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| So far nobody has showed up, but I’m convinced they will
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| The unspoken code of broken souls, I’m speaking it
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| I’m peaking creativly and nobody’s critiquing it
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| But at the moment of conception, I was barly in the room
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| For the first time in what felt like forever
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| I knew where I needed to be
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| And I thought I could feel you beside me
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| But it was only a muscle memory
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| Pray for whatever remains of whoever
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| Told you that time was the enemy
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| I just thought I could feel you beside me
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| But it was only a muscle memory
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| Our bodies die a thousand deaths, but the will survives
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| As I metabolize the mess I’ve made of both our lives
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| I trawl through taxonomies of cause and consequence
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| And end up pinning it on white Anglo Saxon providence
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| At the moment of conception I was barely in control
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| For the first time in what felt like forever
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| I knew where I needed to be
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| And I thought I could feel you beside me
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| But it was only a muscle memory
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| Pray for whatever remains of whoever
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| Told you that time was the enemy
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| I just thought I could feel you beside me
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| But it was only a muscle memory |