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Starry night laying under my ceiling,
pulling overtime to not care about my feelings,
when you're dealing with silence and always have,
you smarten up so you don't end up like your dad,

am i giving in or am i giving up?
am i finally living or losing too much?
going too fast and i can't slow down,
cause if i slow down i might see her around,

every little detail has to be just right,
what happened to living just for tonight?
why must we always keep score?
what do we even care for?

stormy night laying ahead i sense,
if it's not making dollars, does it make cents (sense) ?
if it's making you happy and calming your thoughts,
it must be nothing, it's what i'm taught.