Stand outside, soaked grass under the light.
It’s not that late, but somehow it’s night.
Funny how those things happen.

Leaning, breathing, it’s all there is to do.
There’s nothing outside of Pittsburgh.
Go pray in a mall. That’s all. Last call, I’m leaving.

Walk inside, old shoes squeak with the mice.
We’re not that loud, we’re so full of fight.
Going to make it happen.

I see me, briefly. I see who I once knew.
Just young, just an old soul, that’s all.
Tragedy that made me me.
There’s so much pain inside of my brain,
My heart brought me to today.
In my mind, see your smile and I find my way.
I will find a way.

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