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Hold out for the day, you beg me to stay
How common of me
Not to rise above, and I try to deny
This gauzy reverie
Baby get lost
Don't trust to forget, the love that is misled
I can't rely, perhaps I can't decide
For this train never arrives and all of my lines have been stolen
Baby get lost
We're more than you could ever imagine
Baby get lost
We'll force the earth and laugh as we crash in
How gravid the moon, on the cusp of the sea
Buttering me up for all that isn't mine
And how it petrifies
Baby get lost
We are more than you could ever imagine
Baby get lost
We'll force the earth and laugh as we crash in
How common of me
Not to rise above, and I try to deny
This gauzy reverie
Baby get lost
Don't trust to forget, the love that is misled
I can't rely, perhaps I can't decide
For this train never arrives and all of my lines have been stolen
Baby get lost
We're more than you could ever imagine
Baby get lost
We'll force the earth and laugh as we crash in
How gravid the moon, on the cusp of the sea
Buttering me up for all that isn't mine
And how it petrifies
Baby get lost
We are more than you could ever imagine
Baby get lost
We'll force the earth and laugh as we crash in
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I cannot listen to this song again without thinking of the miscarriage I had at 19. It\'s not a song about miscarriage, but wishing it happened since the narrator does not feel like having the child.\n\nDuring her first trimester, the narrator wasn\'t actually ready to keep the baby ("How common of me not to rise above" and "this train never arrives") and her man didn\'t care enough for her in the meantime ("Don\'t trust to [...] I can\'t decide"). So both of them forced themselves to accept the situation ("we\'re more than you could ever imagine"), she had nausea ("How gravid the moon [...] buttering me up") but her belly didn\'t show much ("how it petrifies"), and wished to lose the baby ("for all that isn\'t mine" and "laugh until we crash in").