Guilt Like a Gun

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Drove through Indiana unamused

By the two black dogs playing catch with the cars

On the dirt road, small town

It should be a moment, yeah, yeah

Should be a memory

It's just close quarters and loose change jangling

Can't tell if I've got the right to be angry

When the world's just passing us by

And inside, nothing's changing

Seems like nothing ever changes these days

The shoulders got colder as we go through

All the things I held grey-blued

The future's getting harder to find these days

And the past is harder to get to

Your anger is an arrow, my frustration's a wall

One will strike you down and one divides us all

People are strange, I'm estranged, I'm a stranger

That's another thing that's gonna have to change

But it seems like nothing ever changes

Seems like nothing ever changes these days

Seems like nothing ever changes

You held your guilt like a gun

(It should be a moment of surreal peace and unity)

(If it weren't for the don't-snap-at-me bickering and tension)

But what are you running away from?

(It's sad that it always gets this way)

You'd shoot a glare at the sun

(Find myself screaming at strangers in invented situations in my head)

Blame your closed eyes on the sunlight

(Searching, who signs first on behalf of a group?)

(Separation anxiety, youngest sibling depression)

Shooting stars in the daylight will make you stare at the sun

(How to mediate group discussions, imposter syndrome, and net versus gross)

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