I feel like an anchor\'s been lifted
But I\'ve learned to love drowning
I don\'t really remember much of you
I\'ve tried to remove you from my head
As much as you made me want to taste lead
Somehow you fit the shoe
My hope so low, it\'s astounding
Comfort is welcome to be drifted
Call it a love disorder
But I guess I just don\'t care much more
I wish I could I cut my tongue off
But I know being myself is futile
I only have so much more denial
Just let the smoke bring more cough
I\'ll learn to love to be bored
Adapt to my place and order
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