"It's getting late, I'm tripping in the dark, my shirt draped over the moon. I only feel like myself at night. I don't know how to be subtle with all the things I hate about myself. You try to calm me and I turn away, I always turn away. I don't know why I have to be this way, I'd rather not be so hard to love. I fucked it up, I fucked it up again. Was there even a chance I could change or am I resolute to stay the same? I hope you're here whenever I emerge, I'm buried up to my eyes. But, please, don't ever stop pulling me out, always loved me more than I deserve. Wanna hear that I'm not too late."
- Wild Nothing
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