It's pretty hard at twenty-seven
to dust yourself off and try again.
The game never sets you up to win
and all the players have the wrong intentions.

We can sit here and play pretend
while there's nothing yet to defend
or we can leave this diner and dive in;
hopeful blue eyes, so genuine.

Don't fear unspoken words when
they're supported by action
but then reality always settles in
before we get to the end-
before we get to begin-
I feel trapped in my own skin
as I travel back to where I have always been:
to darkness that makes any sign of light look genuine.

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