Arm's Length

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    I don’t think I have the energy
    To make it out of my bed today
    It’s not even a bed
    I’ve been sleeping on an air mattress
    With a hole for almost three months

    Sometimes when I can’t sleep
    I can feel the space I’ve put between
    The only people I’d risk everything for
    But if they’d whisper at my door
    I’d probably hide under the sheets

    I'm in a group chat
    With 21 God-damn people
    I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm not
    My phone crashes 37 times a day
    But it’s nice to have friends
    Sometimes it’s nice to be left on read (wait, no, it’s not)
    I think I'm taking things too personally
    When did I get so sensitive?

    I don’t think I wanna waste my day
    Replaying all my past mistakes
    It’s a funny thing
    Selective memory, flipping through the casualties
    If you don’t cancel on the count of three
    It won’t be looking too hot for me
    I'm on damage control, got better parts to this whole
    I just haven’t left this room in I don’t know how many weeks

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    I work a job where
    I swear to God they’re setting a timer
    When I take a bathroom break
    And I'm barely scraping minimum wage and
    The things they have the audacity to ask of me
    Better catch up with them eventually
    Oh, I'm begging please
    Let it catch them eventually

    I don’t think you wanna challenge me
    Like you tried to yesterday
    But I can’t even pretend
    I considered every single word you said
    From beginning to end
    And it’s a sensitive subject
    And you can act like you think you’re so above it
    But I’ve got a foolproof plan and a prescription in hand
    And you can call it what you want, you’ll never be my referee

    It’s my last night in the city that taught me I'm an extrovert
    And here I am, spending it alone
    Laying on a carpet floor, staring at a wall
    Listing off all of the places I would rather be

    And it’s my fault, I did this to myself
    I crawled into a hole for six months
    Then came creeping back out
    Expecting everything to be the same

    And I dug this pit, and you enabled it
    So I guess I’ll, I’ll disappear again
    200 miles west this time
    I’ll get a job and make some fake friends and I’ll be fine

    Just like the last time, just like the last time
    Arm’s length, arm’s length this time
    Arm’s length, it’s safer that way

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    Composición: Christine Goodwyne

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