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I've been meeting myself every day
Now I'm seeing all these new shapes
I've been finding all these loose tapes
Building up a whole story to say
Build a little world and escape
We can take our time in a new game
New shape
Filled a little bit out of the outline
I don't have much stuff to say
Woke up in a new place less grey
With a new face and a new name
Yeah, but I'm so not two-faced
Tremor made me feel goosebumps
I've been playing waiting-room games

And I still remember how I felt then
It's still in me
If you see something else, well, what does it mean?
I don't need any help anymore
I'm not- not incomplete
Colors are still in me
Happy and interweaved
But you say it
I don't think that it's much different when I'm not sad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss it, it's my own bad
I don't miss

You sleep in an antique shop
And I keep losing my thoughts staring at the walls
You put one of your records on
And I thought it was so cool that we get along
It is a really cool record collection
You told me it was pretty expensive
Not to brag or to sound impressive
But just like, it was really extensive