i hate looking forward
nothing but fog and my faults
nothing but a man hanging on wood
stuck in a tragedy
call me out to the edge of the cliff
if you fall, i fall
you fall, i breathe
you take up the old tree, i weep
suitcases filled with mercy
i squandered them all
i wasted them all
please stay a little longer
please wait a little longer
because i’m too tired
i’m too tired to make decisions
i’m still running
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