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Had one of those days When you wanna try heroin, Drunk driving, Some form of soft suicide Sitting in silence and Staring at ceilings Or peeling the paint off Of things to confide Maybe someday The lies we've led around Will crawl under our beds And sleep off the years Teach me to wiggle My ears like that, Show me the scar That you got when you Fell off your bike Ask me the questions You never want answers to We can re-write them However we like Maybe someday The lies we've led around Will crawl under our beds And sleep off the years Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin Leave the dirt and dead flowers In a brown coffee tin Let your hand melt a hole in the frost Peer out under a sky that looks Just like a shirt I lost. Someday The lies we've led around Will crawl under our beds And sleep off the years