[Verse 1]
We woke up late and raced to the post office
And you dropped off all your packages
And then we rode around a while
And saw the fog upon the river like a blanket
You pulled up to the side and then we walked down to the bank
And then we walked around
We were swallowed up as we could feel our legs begin to float on wet air
I am a tight knit quilt
Of all of my past mistakes
I am a pastiche of guilt
Put me in my rightful place
Staring at the mirror in the corner of the bathroom in the blueish night
Drawing little faces in the condensation of my breath that sting my eyes
There we'll see through my [?]
[Verse 2]
I'm a tangled collection of thoughts
I am perpetually disoriented
I am strung together so loosely
I'm held together by such dumb ideals
And I am just my thoughts
I am just my thoughts
We woke up late and raced to the post office
And you dropped off all your packages
And then we rode around a while
And saw the fog upon the river like a blanket
You pulled up to the side and then we walked down to the bank
And then we walked around
We were swallowed up as we could feel our legs begin to float on wet air
I am a tight knit quilt
Of all of my past mistakes
I am a pastiche of guilt
Put me in my rightful place
Staring at the mirror in the corner of the bathroom in the blueish night
Drawing little faces in the condensation of my breath that sting my eyes
There we'll see through my [?]
[Verse 2]
I'm a tangled collection of thoughts
I am perpetually disoriented
I am strung together so loosely
I'm held together by such dumb ideals
And I am just my thoughts
I am just my thoughts
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