| You talk so slow, and I'm on my toes |
| And I got to know where I could go |
| Like a misfit island |
| Where I could dive in |
| The thoughts of dying |
| Are multiplying |
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| The folks back home |
| I barely know |
| We took different roads |
| Now, we're like a hundred miles out |
| I run away from my doubts |
| Kill time and run the clock out |
| Switch up and fall into yet another drought |
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| Yeah |
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| I don't wanna say it to your face |
| But I don't want the time to go to waste |
| Chalk it up to simple differences and taste |
| Looked down 'cause I don't wanna say it to your face |
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| Don't blame me |
| You don't see |
| Changes in the subtleties |
| And ways we tease |
| There's a different tone now |
| I wanna feel like I'm back at home now |
| Where once I start up at the top of the hill |
| And once I start out in a random field |
| Growing out from the mud |
| Restart whenever it floods |
| I feel ashamed of the blood |
| That keeps me able to hold my head up high |
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| Yeah |
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| But I don't wanna say it to your face |
| But I don't want the time to go to waste |
| Chalk it up to simple differences and taste |
| Looked down 'cause I don't wanna say it to your face |
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| Don't blame me |
| You don't see |
| Changes, oh |
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| Don't blame me |
| You don't see |
| Changes, oh |
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| Don't blame me |
| You don't see |
| Those changes, oh |
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| Don't blame me |
| You don't see |
| Those changes, oh |
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