All age brings is space between your words and what they mean and sighs of sympathy. These years are rings with time to grieve alone and in your bed sick of what’s in your head. All your worries gone
Leave the light on until a sign comes and you know you’re wrong
I lost touch when I was young. Now I don’t believe in anything at all
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