How many times have I said I'll go and be fine?
I'll leave and everything will be alright
You're better off without me.
Instead of asking for help instead of fitting comfortably in the life laid out for me.
Nights spent tossing in the sheets
Hours spent in tears on the slight chance they would fall into meaning.
staying put is like a square peg in a round hole
Taking the jet is putting whiteout on a Van Gogh
So it stands my ride is either a childhood travesty or an artistic disaster
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