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You sat in a parking lot
Your skeleton dancing from the tattoo
Black ink pill on your arm, lying down
Trying to see a new way around it
The sight of anything
A thread tear, a string pulling

Stop sleeping around
It's gonna cost you just to patch over
God, it feels so good
Doing nothing when the day is over

You sat on a bench in Nicholas Park
Head full of regret, stretched hand out
Hypothetical man, so pathetical now
That's what happens when you're selfish

You're held up
You're all on your own now
It's a symptom, not a rough patch
It's a hard pill and a bitter swallow

Oh-oh, you don't abide it if it's not gentle

Well, stop fucking around
It's gonna cost you just to patch it over
God, it feels so good
Doing nothing when the day is over

You're part of the problem
When it's all done
What's the life you're leading?
Your line in a song's not a divine healing

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