Then it must be alright
If it makes it hard to breathe
Then you'd think it'd be easy to see
Why does a warmth deep down in my bones
Always leave me cold and alone
If my bones are so hollow and light
Why the hell can't I flap my arms and fly
They say it's coming when I least expect
But every close call turns into a wreck
They say you'll know when you feel it
But how can I know what's real if
I'm always feeling it, always healing it
Always laughing and crying and reeling in
Lines that I swear were fighting me once
Now are bare as the place where I used to feel love
They say trust your gut
Well, my gut is an ignorant slut
Fuck
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