| Humid fall, your midnight call |
| Sweet pool of sweat on skin |
| Sharing smoke and Diet Coke |
| The bed we're sleeping in |
| Suddenly you turned to me while chewing on your lip |
| Bluish smile, so juvenile |
| But then we start to kiss |
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| And I wake up |
| What a beautiful dream |
| When you get so close, you can taste it |
| But it's not real long, just an hour of relief |
| Till my eyes adjust to the lighting |
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| I'd re-gift my loneliness |
| My brain half-melted down |
| All that weed from seventeen |
| Has caught up to me now |
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| Every kid I grew up with has lost their childhood house |
| No way to make sense of it |
| It's why I'm making sound |
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| Let me wake up from this horrible dream |
| Where what feels true is nothing |
| And there's no one at the top to believe |
| What a way to feel in your twenties |
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| Do we stay numb? |
| But you can't when you've seen |
| How they all get off on our grieving |
| I don't know love |
| How to live in extremes |
| But we're made to try through humming |
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| I'm convinced our sinking ship |
| Will sing as it goes down |
| Haunting hymns keep echoing |
| After we're in the ground |
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| And they'll wake up to this horrible scene |
| Where they left us out here for drowning |
| And it's our blood on their hands, never clean |
| Never clean, never clean, never clean |
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| Never |
| Never clean |
| Never clean |
| Never clean |
| Never |
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