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Everyone knows me and they all know where I fall short
I hope this makes it past the discontent in your heart
This love does no one justice
I think its a broken compass, got us down this far
Anyone with two cents would pull the ripcord
This love does no one justice
No one just is
No one just is
But we just keep falling with our ever-impending ground
Rising up to meet our poor judgment
And its all for show nothing ever even scratches the top
Of what really goes on here
Pound through the room
Grasping at straws
Your heavy feet sound like
Wet stray dogs
Nameless confused
Looking for a home
I write it down
Into a
And youll be warm
When it comes youll be warned
Youll be warm