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What's the best way to let off steam
Should I count all my failures
Whiskey soaked while I'm falling asleep
Not something I can't shake off
In my morning apology to myself I wonder why
I let myself be the worst thing to me
I tend to a dreamless garden
Drown roots of a future ahead
Fantasy standing on its own
Built by boredom of strangers
Break some bread with anyone who listens
In no rush to cast off clouds
I let myself be the worst thing to me
I tend to a dreamless garden
Drown roots of a future ahead
What I need
I cannot express
What I need
I fear has gone
