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I’m not sure how to tell you what I’m feeling

But I can say that I feel older then I am

And my internal aging has taken its toll

There’s nothing they can do to lift my soul

And I guess my description would be better

If I could swallow what’s in the back of my throat

And I could spit some words that I truly believe

And then I’d get the door and watch you leave

And I’d give you my umbrella because you don’t deserve to be wet

And I would rain all over myself, from the clouds in my head  

Keep my umbrella, to memorialize you leaving me

Just keep it, just keep it, I would then begin to plead

I’m so sure this is how it would go my love

I can see it like a film

On a projector without a focus knob, 

But it makes it much more grim

So lets pull the plug, and burn the reel,

And forget about the way I feel

And ill continue with the role I play

“It was good love, how was your day?”