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six years of sighing and not a solid thought in my head.
ive got half a dozen reasons not to believe ill ever be right.
she thought the eyes around me might be enough, but ive got none.
im older and im less loud than i used to think that i wanted to be,
but with lungs, with teeth, and with a tongue all cracked and whispering to no one,
im just dry. im a husk and ive thought of nothing but what it means to be one.
twenty years of dying and not a solid thought in my head.
ive got a score of reasons not to believe ill ever be alright.
ive got half a dozen reasons not to believe ill ever be right.
she thought the eyes around me might be enough, but ive got none.
im older and im less loud than i used to think that i wanted to be,
but with lungs, with teeth, and with a tongue all cracked and whispering to no one,
im just dry. im a husk and ive thought of nothing but what it means to be one.
twenty years of dying and not a solid thought in my head.
ive got a score of reasons not to believe ill ever be alright.