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Hiding Out

 

I wanna crawl into you

the world is too cruel

 

Into a ball into your fur

make that tick-tock stop for good

 

you’ve got a calm 

I could never achieve

 

I’ve got anxieties 

you’d never believe

 

they wait for me 

outside your door 

 

I could give you all

my energy 

 

you could take it

turn it into heat

 

burning through this life

like a financial scam

 

destroying the future

in our sleep

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