Bird Watcher - Old Science

Dead Talk

There's no comfort in a bottle
And there is less in my head
I haven't given up yet
I just talk like I'm dead

I feel alone in a room full of everybody
I just want to move these thoughts from this body
It's just Dead Talk

I'll see my way out
I guess I'll see my way out... my way out

Am I getting closer
Or just further away?
No one's asking me to leave
But they're not asking me to stay

They're not asking me to stay

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