Suddenly so easy to be myself that I felt
Like I must have been someone else
There are cracks in the panes
There are sharks in the waves
There are scratches in your door
It’s hard to believe that
You said you don’t want what you don’t have
Automatic walkways dragged us like animals
Cliched, hard to believe
Weary of what I don’t need
There isn’t anything I want to be a part of
I just want to get of the way with you
It’s hard to believe that
You said you don’t want what you don’t have
Automatic walkways
When maybe it’s better to just go back
I remember heartbreak
I pretend to have patience as I’m rushing right by
A slice of jail all night
Is it more than just my fault?
Did you say it’s not that hard?
To walk away
Is it more than just my fault?
Did you say it’s not that hard?
To not forget the way
We can barely protect ourselves
I forget my place in those endless nights
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