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Black Box

from So We Grew Up by Narrative

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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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from So We Grew Up, released November 14, 2018

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