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Scrolling through somethings
Soft melody in my ears
When my heads on the seatback
Phones so close to skull
It can't help but be soothing
It can't help but be clear
Drowning all the crying
Hand-wrenching kleenex
Frayed and lost away in your pockets
So much anxious release
Or the same for your nose
Either way turned out on the weekends
Pulled away with the lint and the cold
Soft melody in my ears
When my heads on the seatback
Phones so close to skull
It can't help but be soothing
It can't help but be clear
Drowning all the crying
Hand-wrenching kleenex
Frayed and lost away in your pockets
So much anxious release
Or the same for your nose
Either way turned out on the weekends
Pulled away with the lint and the cold