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Sometimes my heart gets in my throat
And I cant sing another note
I've waited long enough
For something good to come
Now I can't stand to see the sun
Knots in my hair
Knots in my throat
I don't want to be remote
It's not my choice
I have no way
To make what I wanna say stay
I'm unconcerned with
All the secrets
I tell myself
Late at night
I'm uninvolved with
All the ideas
I come up with
When i'm unproductive
Sometimes I'll start to close my eyes
Before I start to see sunlight
Not satisfied with all my words
And I don't know what could be worse
Its not a choice that I can make
I want to speak but I know what's at stake
I always feel I'm in the way
I never want to feel that way
I wanted to still be cold
But how could I when I can't afford
To keep it down or let this pass?
I have to make all of this last
Writer/s: Blue Stoplights
