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I’M STILL OBSESSED WITH THINGS RIDICULOUS, AND I’M STILL ME. (I’M) STILL WRITING SONGS ABOUT EMPTY GUNS AND LISTS OF THINGS. AND I KNOW TOO LONG I’VE GONE UNSEEN. AND I KNOW YOU’VE ALL BEEN WONDERING. I’M NOT GONE, JUST WITH MY HABITS. I’M STILL HERE, AND I’M STILL ALL OF THIS, JUST MORE FIRES IN HAND, ROAD SIGNS, AND SPRAY CANS. I’M LOSING MY BRAIN. FEWER, BUT CLOSER, FRIENDS, POOR TIME MANAGEMENT, BUT MOM, I’M OKAY. ‘CAUSE I KNOW TOO LONG I’VE GONE UNSEEN. AND I KNOW YOU’VE ALL BEEN WONDERING. I’M NOT GONE, JUST WITH MY HABITS. I’M STILL HERE AND I’M STILL ALL OF THIS. (I’M) STILL MOSTLY THE SAME, I NEVER LIKED CHANGE. IT’S A SCARY WORLD. SURELY LATE NIGHTS AND MORE ‘I’M ALRIGHT’S ARE NOT PERSONAL. I KNOW. AND I KNOW. I’M NOT GONE. I’M STILL HERE, AND I’M STILL ALL OF THIS.
OH, THIS WEAK VOICE AND WEAK KNEES, THINKING OF EVERYTHING, ALL THESE LOW VOLUME WORDS, SUCH SPECIFIC ADVERBS.
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