Little Habits

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Can we talk about the migratory patterns of the grey whales?
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Swimming up from Mexico and passing by our town in April


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Not unlike our, neighbors need a vacation in Gainesville when the
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highways turn to veins and all our cars turn into blood cells
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I swear there is a point to this
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That life goes on and I still miss you
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And I’ve laid waste to all my little habits ticks and processes it’s true


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Can we talk about how all the time we spent together,
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we made all our biggest mistakes then we made each other better?


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Yea I swear I was the worst version of myself when I met ya
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Every single word I let out side of my mouth was depressing
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And Now a random person gets best version of you and I can’t breathe
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It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that you won’t know the best version of me


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I think I need a hobby Maybe try my hand at surfin’
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But the culture can be unforgiving while the kooks are learnin’


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Yea guitar is pretty hard but not as hard as thinkin’ of ya,
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I remind myself a thousand times to practice and recover
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All the while the whales are swimming, losing loved ones to the sharks,
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I think our neighbor passed away and left his widow to embark
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on a ten thousand mile pilgrimage from Baja to the
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Arctic, yea I know that pain is relative but beauty lies in starting somethin’ new


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