You can always ask people
About their stories
Their wildest adventures
Living vicariously through them
As you sit at home
Making sure every wall is white
Every mirror clean
Every glass full
Never letting the dust settle
Because that would truly
Tell that their isn't life here
So rearrange the patterns
Okay?
They won't notice
It's more stealthy
Because it's just one
Cradle rob away
For any dream you've
Nursed to life
Yet, made sure it was
Crippled and held back
Chewing on steel
Was never that satisfying
In the first place
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