One thousand songs could turn a person blue
Ten thousand hours could do it too
And I don't want to think about
The countless thousand words that I spit out
Every hour
Don't let me make it sound like I believe
That every second's just some stupid fight through misery

Honestly I wonder, if I got my shit together
And I left, would I miss my friends?
I would never answer that, it's crippling, that’s a heart attack
Some things you just don't say
I can feel the earth; it's shaking
Glass is breaking, people taking stock of what they've done
My life has never flashed before my eyes
For that I'm glad that I am blind

Because what I'd see is a mystery to me
And what I've done is nothing to build a legacy on

If I may be so bold as to assume that I'll grow old
And nothing huge goes wrong and all my threats stay in their songs
I hope that I remember how to read
And I hope that I still have my memory
Cause I'm owned by the extent to which I fear that I'll forget
So I'm scared by middle age that I'll have nothing left to say
I hope that I remember how to read
And I hope that I still have my memory
I'll know I wasn't right, so the older me will like
To hear reminders of his youth he spent hiding from the truth

That opportunity is in everything you can see

One thousand songs could turn a person blue
Ten thousand hours could do it too
And I don't want to think about
The countless thousand words that I spit out
Every hour
Don't let me make it sound like I believe
That every second's just some stupid fight through misery



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