Insane

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I got boulders on my shoulders
Collar bones begin to crack
There is very little left of me and it's never coming back
There are certain things you ask of me
And there are certain things I lack

In the beginning, we were winning
But now I'm just making up facts
What's it matter anymore?
If you believe the lies I tell
There's no meaning to the words
But we still sing these songs well

If we all left it alone
I'm sure it'll work itself out fine
We keep playing with the numbers
We are running out of time
We are running, we are running

But you're a killer and I'm your best friend
Think it's unfair, your situation
You say I'm changing
Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me insane

I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense
The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense
I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet
I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went

You're a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out
You were all we had left after it all was filtered out
I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
I'd turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out

You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon
And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon
I think you're changing
Don't worry, you don't gotta stay the same
Can we talk about this later?
Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

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