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Your favorite sweater is lying on the floor
in this blue sky weather you won't need it anymore.
Is this what I've become?
A seasonal option to keep you warm.
Your book lies open, your eyes start to turn.
Ready for the discussion, to kill a mockingbird.
Is this what you've given into?
Traded dreams for religion.
Are you still skipping dinner?
We used to talk a lot
Now the clocks hands just get thinner
And you're just a passing thought.
So I watch the corpses push their luck
When the sky turns black
They'll go back to their holes.
And I'll be the only thing left lingering around
The still child who knows her face too well.
Who knows her face too well.

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from It's a Lot Better With The Sound Off, released October 27, 2014

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