Sprained Ankle

Wish I could write songs about, anything other than death

But I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths

Each one so heavy

Each one so cumbersome

Each one so a lead weight

Hanging between my lungs

Spilling my guts

Sweat on a microphone, breaking my voice

Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk

Isn't this weather nice, are you okay?

Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?

A sprinter, learning to wait

A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained

A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained

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