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I don’t know how the sky keeps spinning

maybe it’s the fragments of hearts that can power it

We sit here in this messy and draw all the lines

I can pick you out a person I can tell you their story

I can tell you how they’ve cooked themselves eggs with half a working finger

thought

this is just another day

I can’t tell you how ready I am to stop feeling

I don’t know how to build you a bridge when I have lost my way

so I pick up the brittle bones

I pretend I’m not seeing you through mist that surrounds me

I don’t know how I’m still standing

I am wearing the inside of my skin and walking into the world

I can pick you out a casket

I can tell you who has seen themselves in it

thought, for everyone else

this is just another fucking day