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I spit the rest all down the sink drain While my morning colors fade out Into caffeinated ether A bad attempt to quiet down And this week doesn't feel that different I stay up late for nothing good I kick myself for never sleeping I'm weighted down by all I should But I don't know What I'm doing anymore I want to be productive But I can't get up off the floor And if you ask me How I'm feeling I'll just lie I see my best friends every weekend I'm fucking reading all the time And I can't focus like I used to Your hurried lights all pitched in red I watch the train go by your window I'm having trouble staying present But I don't want To talk about it now 'Cause we can't keep this up forever So let's just let it all fall out I'm radiating Angling from frame Drifting so aimlessly Sliding away I'm radiating Angling away Moving on endlessly Falling from frame