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[ti:Lose One Friend] |
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[ar:Hotel Books] |
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Watching muscles ache from the stress in your back |
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Waiting for bones to break from the weight of what you lack. |
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I would spend all my time helping you find truth, |
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And it really cuts like a knife knowing I can't save you. |
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Because saying goodbye hurts the worst when you know it's the final word |
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It comes across like a curse and I can't believe you said it first |
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So now the final word on the final page |
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of the final chapter of this narrative we made |
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Is my weak conscious whispering words through my mouth, |
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the very words I prayed would never come out. |
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I kept clinging onto the past and hoped the future would be the same, |
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We would cry and laugh knowing the past would not remain |
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And I would argue with God, every night I would lie awake |
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And lie to myself, hoping all of this was fake. |
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Because I got a new perspective on general anesthetics |
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When you finally went to see Jesus, |
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and all your family learned how to believe in a void, |
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because that's all that they could see in us. |
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Cigarette smoke and broken words, |
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My heard became the platform for everything they hated the most, |
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And I stayed clear of the lack, |
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Hoping somebody would come by and cut this rope. |
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Your apartment got so empty when you moved to that city with the streets of gold |
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And I know what you meant when you said this room can grow so terribly cold |
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And I wrestled with the idea of taking your place, |
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But I know that if anyone deserves a break from this world of pain, |
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It's you, it's not me. |
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And I'm still asleep. |
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It's not about being there for me, it's about respecting me enough |
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to tell me why you're not. |
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So I'll just slip back into my sleep, |
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There's a demon in my casket and I think that we've fallen in love, |
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and most nights, I wish it was you. |
