There Despite the Grace of God Go I
I'm lying awake in bed
It's 5AM again
I can't seem to shake the sense that I am losing grip
I'm sorry if I seem distant
It's probably lack of sleep
The nightmares have long since left but they took with them my dreams
Where do we come from?
And where does it end?
I doubt that you'd find the answer in a storybook written by middlemen
I'm sorry if I seem distant
The space just helps me breathe
When no one can hold you close it's easier to turn and leave
And often I find myself staring at the floor
I don't know how to meet eyes with strangers anymore
I'm sorry if I seem distant
It's probably lack of sleep
The future scares me and I'm just trying to make it through the week...
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