struggling for sober, we tear the seams
always feeling colder, we look to dreams
to tell what's real, to find a plot
even at the end, we ache to start.
flipping through watery logs
treading water with timid dogs
keeping pace, won't ever submit
these feelings surge, never to relent.
creating perfection, we try to be fair
stifling production to fix your hair
cause waiting is something, worth the most
but changing is better, from coast to coast.
dying means nothing in the big picture
because all the people who also make the mixture
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