Bend the corners of this dark room that we have
built around our lives. Run around in circles,
thinking that we're getting further, but it hurts
to look now. It's getting hard to sleep. It's
getting hard to breathe. It's getting hard to
figure out just where my senses meet. So I've
crawled up on the couch on this one day off to
figure out which one of us is done. Take the
silence that we keep here to break the tension
that surrounds us and look down towards the ground
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It's getting hard to think. It's getting hard to
leave. It's getting hard to understand just who is
going to give. So I went up to escape from our
homeless state to leave the rest and think about
just us. These day and nightmares fill my thoughts
with despair, but that's not what I think about.
I'm coming home now and it hurts to look down, but
that's not what I think about.