In those days, I was a train wreck.
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I was lost in a sea of alcohol, irony, and unbridled self pity.
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There were so many words I had to write,
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Confessions on my mind.
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I designed them and delivered them with reckless abandon.
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My tightly coiled, regressed, frustrated past fading fast.
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I was constantly exploding,
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I was constantly screaming.
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The days moved slow and the nights dissolved into a thickening haze.
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Where I spoke with a tongue that wasn't mine to faces I couldn't recognize.
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There's so much I forget.
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There's so much more I'd like to.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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That's who I was when we first met in cathartic song.
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When I became the patron saint of the depressed and neglected.
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I left those days, those places and that person all on tape.
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Absolved, I resolved to start again and never look back.
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You want me where I was.
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And you still remind me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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Ohhh, Ohhh.
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Ohhh, Ohhh.
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Ohhh, Ohhh.
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Ohhh, Ohhh.
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Ohhh, Ohhh.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me.
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I'm Through With The Past (But The Past Isn't Through With Me)
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Straylight Run |