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I find the future to be blurry, yet blurry seems to be the new black

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What more is there to ask for when you've already given so much

Even with someone staggering at my side, I am still alone with not even myself as company

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And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring

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I still dream about you, the scraggly hairs on your chin to the way your tongue touches your teeth, every time you speak.