Sweets

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That promise that I made that everything will be alright
You know I can’t keep that tonight
‘cause when left all alone to my own sick devices
I crumble into a heap

Sometimes I wonder if I do my best
will it all end up ok
Maybe I need to be the type of person
that can take pressure with grace

I can’t count the times that I’ve seen the sun rise
before falling asleep
It’s like life goes into suspended animation
and the only one on each is me

Six AM in a cemetery smoking a sweet
thinking I could never be
an empty suit or twisted root too sickly or sweet
just someone in between

living alone

Sometimes I wonder if we do our best
would we all turn out ok
Maybe we need to be the type of people
that can take pressure with grace

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from Nine, released December 8, 2016

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