RealEyes from Couch Music by Social Loafers

I’ve been reflecting on the words I used to say
It’s no big deal
nothing’s wrong
we’re dying anyway
It’s three months or four
maybe more, but why count
Why even keep track of every substance I’ve found

I can document the case of every chemical reaction
But I’ve yet to find a reason
Explanation for attraction
Spill your guts to me
Right here
Right now
Right motherfucking now bitch
If I’m content in my bed I’m content in my head
It gets quiet for once but the sound of my breath

I see myself age 30
I’m not in jail or dead
I’m not on the streets
Despite what Valley West said
I’m better off without you and that’s always been the case
I see photos of myself void of all faith

And I’m more alive than I’ve ever been
I won’t scrape the bottom of the barrel again
And I’m more alive than I’ve ever been

All for you
It was wrong
But those chemicals are gone

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