Half a year and her you are again
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I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
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I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks, like you, like us, like me
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Half a year again, now it's a whole
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February stationary from you on the wall
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And I sit home and plead the throne to speak to speak to me to me, to me, hasn't said a single thing
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You're probably too busy with your work
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Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
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There's nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back, or to keep me bored
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I don't know what to do with me no more
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Dear everyone I ever really knew, I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you
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Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
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I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move
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Dear everybody that has paid to see my band, it's still confusing, we'll never understand
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I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn
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But I'm hungry now, and the scarps are dirty dirt
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I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt
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Deer
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| Manchester Orchestra |
