I'm out in the open
Falling back in
In my old self
My darling help
While I
I sweep the dust from my window
In the corners I pile
Shed tears in crooked knees
My windows they shine
It's already here
There it's all gone
I leave it till the morning
But the morning never comes
I don't know if I'm ready
I don't know if you've heard
Two feet off the ground
Leaving traces, can't be found
But it's not my beam
The spectrum of my wailing
Drop to the floor
On a bender or a railing
I can't tell
I can't tell if it's here
I can't tell if I'm wrong
I can't tell if there's light in the dark from my home
I don't know where we are
I don't know where we go
I am already down, but I found a new low.

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