How do you connect with anyone around you
When I hurt about the way that people are in the middle
Falling out of conversations I'm writing
But i'm not sure who we're supposed to be
In the middle; falling out of conversations
I'm writing philosophies on misanthropy
In the middle; we're falling out of
I'll write you when I get home
And know where I'm supposed to be
It's too bad all the stories we made up
Where they came from was pure fiction
I'm tired of this scene
And I'm a bet that says no good Hemingway
Gets drunk and writes Something bad about me
Well why do I care, it's your life and I've no say
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