Because I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied. Because you left an impression, and sometimes I still feel the bruise. Because you were right when you said we're still running against the wind. Because I'm weary with right-angles. Because a simple hello would've been nice, but instead you walked right by. Because you don't know one thing about life, you're just a pretty boy. Because I don't believe in God, so I can't be saved. Because I no longer think that I'm your chosen one. Because it just never enters my mind that it ever should come down to choosing sides. Because you can bring out all your weapons, but you can't make me go to war. Because I still love her, loved her more when she used to be sober, and I was kinder. Because I'm completely alone at a table of friends, and I feel nothing for them, I feel nothing. Because I got water and holes in my hands. Because they're saying don't be frightened and they're killing alligators and they're hog-tied and accepting of the struggle.
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