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I'm Only Physically Here.

I'm trying to find serotonin 
In bodies and whiskey oceans 

Floating above water isn't working
Fighting the gravity, so here's to hoping 

I don’t feel right unless I'm wrong
I told you this all along 

It's like there's a switch that flipped
No longer writing my own script

Can you tell me why you're still here
Why you haven't disappeared 

I know I'm always next to you
(But) I'm only physically here

Who cares

◄ White Striped Echo


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