Sunday Nights I'll lay down my dirty head & strum along, then close my eyes & feel the song. I'll breathe it in, get lost in time. Don't worry mom I'm doing fine. I'll sing to skies & pretend I know but all in all this is all just a show. Sometimes I'll sit in the dark not understanding why & then I remember I never wanted to fly. My fingers began to bleed as I stare into the fire, maybe all this time I was just a young liar.
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