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Here goes nothing, but I need experience, so pick it to pieces! I already know it's a mile long, so that's one less thing to tell me...

Sleeping bags, sleeping pills, and virtual reality

Bleary eyed my weary mind picks through the debris
desensitized to myself I’ll see what I can see
I read this all like a book I’d never read
it happens in books cause it doesn’t happen to me.

This feeling weighs my sneakers down to the floor
the grimy tears on my hands as I pack my rags
or I don’t know what they are anymore
the sun is rising as I pack my empty heavy bags.

Chorus:
I run from your apartment filled with sleeping bags and sleeping pills
from your nihilistic romanticism and imaginary ills
and you just maybe wouldn’t understand
because you’re choking in emotional quicksand
the blind unbelief you refuse to suspend
is why this has all got to end.

The pink sun shines through tired dusty drapes
I eat my last meal; last night’s soggy grapes
wondering if you’ll wake for goodbyes
red fills the grayness as the sun fills the skies.

Your sleepover gave me a hangover or whatever
I’m going through as I scoop my bags and run
and baby my battle’s only just now begun
so whatever we did and said is over and done.

Chorus:
I run from your apartment filled with sleeping bags and sleeping pills
from your nihilistic romanticism and imaginary ills
and you just maybe wouldn’t understand
because you’re choking in emotional quicksand
the blind unbelief you refuse to suspend
is why this has all got to end.

Bridge:
I’m driving now so please don’t call me to cry
I understand that you don’t understand why
the truth about God is a truth you won’t buy
why I have to run and why I have to fly.
Yes I understand but I don’t want to fight
I know what you meant when you asked last night
I know it’s only nature and only what we want
But no is the answer if I have to be blunt.