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12:24 a.m. (Highway 3)
03:14
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I've been laying around in my room on my own
Listening to old Dashboard Confessional
Fighting against the words in my head
I know I need some rest
I haven't slept well in days, haven't felt good for months
This year I've been at my lowest
Guilty and tired, hungry, exhausted
I don't see anything good coming of it
I hope maybe you see a little spark left of what's good in me
I hope maybe I'll find something to stick around for
I've been driving around in my car all night long
Listening to Julien Baker
Intrusive thoughts, traumatic memories
Things I thought I'd forgotten
It's been a long, long road, fighting for recovery
I've become my own victim
No place I've ever lived in my life
Has truly felt like home
I hope maybe you see a little glimpse of who I could be
I hope maybe I'll find something to stick around for
That night, on the side of the highway, I could have ended it all
But I got home safely
Maybe I should stay
That night, on the side of the highway, I could have ended it all
But I got home safely
Do you want me to stay?
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It's been a while
I took some time
Working out who I felt that I should be
Took a long drive
I spent a couple of days
All alone in my car
Screaming lyrics that made my heart break
Because I've always felt that way
Growing up was never easy
Growing up came a little too fast for me
Growing up was never easy
I still haven't found peace
Putting miles on my car
Paid too much for gas in remote places
But I know she'll get me far
From the anxiety that getting older gave me
Don't wanna pay rent
Don't wanna mask my insecurities
Spending money that I haven't got
On little things to make me happy
Growing up was never easy
Growing up came a little too fast for me
Growing up was never easy
I still haven't found peace
Threw my entire paycheck down a wishing well
Hoping on a dream
Waiting for a sign to show the universe had listened
I just wish to be happy
Growing up was never easy
Growing up came a little too fast for me
Growing up was never easy
I still haven't found peace
Try as I might, I still haven't found the me I wanted to be
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Black Box
02:11
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I'm falling apart at the seams
Who could love a wreck like me?
Plane crash, falling down
How does it feel when you hit the ground
From 30,000 feet?
It couldn't be worse than how I feel lately
I was riding the high of freedom
Spread my wings to learn to fly
Like a bird of prey, everything is mine for the taking
Black box, tell me where I went wrong
Tell me where I fucked up
Tell me how to put myself back together
I've been falling apart too much
And you'll see
I keep drifting off to sleep while I'm sat at the driver's seat
Highway 3 damaged me
A new insecurity
That's how I feel lately.
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I used to know the names of dozens of butterflies
But lately I can't think of more than one
Sometimes you forget where you came from
Sometimes you forget everything you thought you'd always know
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
I learned to play guitar in my upstairs bedroom
I only knew one song, but I got it down fast
I can't remember how to play that song anymore
And I couldn't tell you how many times I dropped my pick on the hardwood floor
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
I hid under the desk in my cousins' living room
I was crying. I was afraid.
He assured us that everything would be alright
Didn't believe him. I was afraid.
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
So we grew up faster than anyone else we knew
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I don't know how to apologize for shutting you out
There aren't enough words in my vocabulary for me to tell
You all about how I've felt since he stepped foot out the house
I can never go back to satisfactory mental health
Blade in my flesh, twisted the hilt
Building up walls I've tried to unbuild
It's a story I've yet to fully retell
Burying the narrative of how I built myself
I don't know how to paint you a picture
Draw a map up of where it all went wrong
I don't care to illustrate the way the pain burned itself into my veins
I can only finish one thing at a time. These deadlines aren't for you to decide. They're all mine.
Blade in my flesh, twisted the hilt
Building up walls I've tried to unbuild
It's a story I've yet to fully retell
Burying the narrative of how I wrecked myself
Tucked it safe in its sheath
Didn't think of it until I saw it start to bleed
Crimson stains in my chest
Crimson stains in my head
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