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She said "slow your words down, they will still be here tomorrow"
I said "you never know when tomorrow won't come"

You look forward while I look back
You can't stand old pictures while I need them to fall asleep
Your anxious to open all those lock doors and opportunities
I seat in this chair and think which one will be closed for me

Nothing ever stops and nothing slows down
Playing catch up is nothing new to me
But I got my reasons, oh I got my reasons

I have not had the right answer in 8 years and never say the right thing
My words get stuck in my throat like they are afraid to see the light
Until they rush out of me like they were afraid of the night
A jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, full of bullshit, oh Im so full of shit