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Sometimes I wonder where I fit in

But at 3:00 in the morning I know it's nowhere I want to be

I've let down all the people I can handle

So if you're going to leave, just go

Cuz God's over here telling jokes

And somewhere down the line I swear Ima be his punch line 

It's just too bad cuz your grace is what I'm using until I can find my own 

It's what I'm hooked on, thrive on

In the middle of avoiding a cemetery drive

So everything here that's magic just doesn't need to be 

When I'm striving for something real

So be real

Say the things that have never seen the light of day

Let secrets slip like shedding dark soon before the sun meets the sky

Unstitch the wounds, and show me the scars 

And I will do the same, I will break myself down to the bone

I'll leave the marrow for you 

I'll leave the scars caused by reason and logic

I'll meet you wherever you are

I am worth it 

(I think)