You don’t think you know me like you know yourself?
You know better
You can have your own life
While I fix mine
‘til I can provide
A shameless zest for modern distraction worthy of our kind
Yeah, thanks for the advice
When I wake up and wish I slept on the floor
It’s not regret; it’s not how you think
It’s what I ignore
It’s what we ignore
And I’ve gotten lost here
Maybe you could make distinctions more clear
Maybe we can last despite
These fatalists; the glamour they invite
When I wake up and wish I hadn’t at all
It’s hard to explain; I guess I’m the same
It’s your call
We say, “don’t talk to me about vices”
‘Cause we’re all about ours
We just call it a crisis
Without fear of what’s above
Without learning what to love
No I won’t have to smile for every sip that I take
I won’t say hi to anyone
I won’t give any breaks
I will be the same
I will be the same
I’ll feel the way I feel
And I’ll resent the game
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