three years from Bethel, ME by Young Lincoln

Ten lies in I always wonder
"What's the fucking point?"
I'm still talking to an empty room
You're gone and I missed my flight
to Philadelphia, we've never met
I keep her on the wall
She looks so pretty far away from me.

Ten beers in I always think I've had enough
to have one more
Spend each night like it's my last:
cold and shaking on a dirty floor in Narragansett
I miss the way my parents sang at night
before the fights,
before I turned off all the lights and hit the wall.

Everyday I wonder why
I don't wanna go outside

Ten weeks in I always think I've found a reason
not to stay
I looked my family in the eyes last summer,
turned and ran away
I have a brother that I love
This whole room can hear him screaming
I remember trampolining,
feels like years to me

So I say I'm doing fine
It's okay to wake up crying
"I don't wanna go outside."

Three years feels like such a long time
till you're two weeks from the finish line
and everyone is cheering you on.

Take me back, I'm fine
and all I wanna do is fall asleep tonight
and wake between the pines
Take me back, I'm fine

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