I was looking for a doorstep
Looking out for me
Heard footfalls in the distance
Making good time
Chased down by a memory
By a garbled past
But I'm looking to a bigger room
Trying to walk a better path
To be out of my depth
But somehow swimming
There was a shadow in the golden hour
That didn't go away
I held it with the other ones
That'd kept me company
Maroon and deep blue
Rust and slate
I held them to the window
To reevaluate
Stuck in the past
But somehow living
Out of my depth
But somehow swimming
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