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Some days l'll wake

To find that i can't breathe

The dream is starting to slip

Straight through

Visions are a telling tale

That i'm either mad

Or you just walked out into the night

I-i wish i could see straight

Terified

Is this how i was before

You first brought in that light

That lamp was a hundred years old

And you knew it's entire story told

Now the floor

Is carved out of sun

(is running from the sun)

Remind myself

In a couple years

Why this night killed my heart

And why i have no pictures in my home

Why it's so dark in here

And why i don't drink anymore

Now i'm here where i said i'd be

Alive and deppressed like the rest of us

And at the garage sale i'm at

An old dusty lamp

That's a hundred years old

And my eyes 

I know your story

And i cry as i slowly leave

Terified

Is this how i was before

You first stepped out that door

With a story and a scar

And the heart of a man who could barely see at all

And here now

I'm the man at the door

With a lamp a hundred years old