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How many ways can I explain to you
the ways that I've been feeling, and falling out?
I've been thinking back on good old times where
everyone would know how to continue on.
So when you find me out, I hope the judgment is quick and fair
I may be getting confused with what I know isn't there

It just hit me in the head, but can I argue
with a person who knows me so well?
A toast to you was by far the least of
options on the table I hope you know
A careful placement of words into a folded paper is sent to your home
A clear cut sign that you will always be alone

One week, becomes newly
Acquainted, with the next one
If only, I was stable
Then I would, search for you now

The likeliness of me to stop reflects a greater good
The same that I have challenged, the same that I have failed

But when the race is over and your best is done, you have broken hands
Your bank account is empty, you're collecting cans

For. Some. time I will ride it out
Because the tales have all been said
Poll. Your. Opinions and find results
Sadly, your blessings are running empty

So when you find me out, I hope the judgment is quick and fair
I may be getting confused with what I know isn't there
A careful placement of words into a folded paper is sent to your home
A clear cut sign that you will never be alone

The Flashbulb's blinding my insight to the disease
The holy man will not finish his life resting in peace
The flash bomb taking a wrong turn, I must dismiss
The cable car is a relic we silently miss