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There are parts of me just stuck inside the grocery | In the produce aisle with the dead beats | Rustling trying to look busy but they're high like me
There are parts of me just stuck inside the grocery In the produce aisle with the dead beats Rustling trying to look busy but they're high like me There are parts of you, I see you argue with yourself and I think you're crazy, really We're both running out of days, I pray you get by like me This is temporary, I just heard I'm gonna be a dad South Dakota, every winter someone loses it I'm lost without a single clue as to where I'm headed I wait for her because without her I'm gonna sink Would you marry me? Repeat repeat There's no clarity tomorrow I'm not even trying to swat those demons away from me Is it temporary? I don't think I want to be a dad Nobody knew today would be the day he loses it I'm lost without a single clue as to where I'm heading I look for her because without her I'm going to sink The snow is piling up, our temporary grid It was just like this, this time last year There's nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees And it's been that way for eternity The grocery, Elise, thirteen, was buried by your arrow Steep shriek of the softball team, it rewinds me Will you pray for me? Repent, repeat I'm a clock and a balance beam If I die there's nothing I keep that reminds me Microscopic specks of love being raptured to you I heard a sound that was paranormal Must've thought I had begged him to bury me Bleeding out, better buy one to get one The snow is piling up, our temporary grid It was just like this, this time last year There's nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees And it's been that way for eternity The time has come to abide by your folly It's so unusually bright for the scene You are the blood in my blood, you pretender It took your blood on my blood to believe
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