all i can see is darkness in my rearview
the side mirrors are no help because shadows they're darkened too
at some point in between your dissonant chord tones i tuned out
and tuned into my own
there's always a record playing even when the needle is pulled
like a good lonely girl i sung myself to sleep
pushing down the rage that tasted like a bile sea
you carry on carry on carry on
free yourself from the words you held onto
while i just kept mine
being polite
being scolded
being stupid
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