Tripping after the last mile
Ankles sore and my migraine eats me
Uncut nails and a sore temper
I have to find another bandage
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But it\'s going to be okay
I\'ll keep busting my heels till the night time
I\'ll push away your change
And cocoon in my own apathy
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Bloody teeth from gritting
It\'s my own confidence I\'m wasting
But I\'ll never, ever lie to you
So I\'ll convince myself that\'s how I feel
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But it\'s going to be alright
I\'ll jam another nail into the boards
Shut out the light and reasoning
And wrap again, in my cocoon
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Nothing ever gained from sorrow
Nothing ever gained from sobriety
Something wished and never given
Only teased, then raped away
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Jesus will tell me it\'s going to be fine
With bloody eyes and hanging flesh
If I confide into you again
Will it destroy my cocoon?
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