Brief Interlude Regarding Seasonal Depression
And every time I step outside, my arms get really heavy
And my lungs are filled with carbon and I wish I was lead heady
But my hands are glued to pockets full of needless information
And my tongue is saying things I wish were far less self-debasing
And I think you're there. I think you're there
I think you're there, but you're quiet
And my lungs are filled with carbon and I wish I was lead heady
But my hands are glued to pockets full of needless information
And my tongue is saying things I wish were far less self-debasing
And I think you're there. I think you're there
I think you're there, but you're quiet
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Writer(s): Hudson Freeman
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