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The last time I was comfortable I was stopped at this gas station in South Dakota Breathing lightly Breathing open air One full day left but I didn't really care I was all alone Had a steady goal I'd found my passion Just so happens it was waiting in the west When I remember that I get a wistful look It's half nostalgic Half disgusted Because it's so textbook Here's this kid He's got big dreams Nothing will take them away He doesn't mind fluorescent lights Spending entire days inside And I hate the way that feels When you don't realize that you're naive Till you rewind the tape and see How that's crushed you That you were never quite as free as it seemed I'm a pillar I've got it all together I punch walls sometimes I've got scars on both my hands I can't explain that And if people ask I say I got them playing football in the 7th grade Cause I don't like the impression it gives Nowadays when you let on that your brain is lived in Face it, kid You don't have much ground to walk on But that'll come Just give it time Do you still want it? You know you want it It's what you came for It's what you quote-unquote live for So put up your fists Don't let anyone in They'll trust you then They'll respect you then Is it genuine? Who cares? By the time I finished high school I was insufferable By the end of freshman year Unrecognizable Caring too much Oversharing to oblivion Made sure that folks were cognisant of conditions I was living in I still do that from time to time, but I catch it now And justify 'It had to be, and this is how' It's weird and if I dwell it really bums me out So, in turn, I ignore it which usually winds up OK A stain, sure, but I don't let it fuck up my day The deprecation knocks but it's belated The murmurs in my skull remind analysis is overrated When I was a kid Did I imagine I'd have this set of predicaments and sins? Given the choice to begin again I wouldn't, here's why On the surface I'm a lucky guy Got a job, I've got a home Got a gym membership But yet there's still a couple hours Out of every 24 I feel like