If we don't believe in reality then it'll hit a little harder
Tangled limbs on beds of resignation
I have the now to hold me over to the next life
The then weighs heavy, I can't carry it forever
Even so
There will always be slow acoustic on a rainy day
I'll never escape it, not with those clouds and this truth
For those who see the most beauty in hindsight
Well, it's just the only way to feel.
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