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I think I'm getting better at goodbyes
I hope I'm getting worse at telling lies
Looking for a hood to get some rest
Just trying to start this pounding in my chest
I'm sitting on the first rock from the sun
Mercury is laughing at the shape of things to come
I'm done trying so hard to be nice
What's the point when you never think twice?
Laughter always haunts these hallways when I'm on my own
Cataracts like foggy glass, the past is on the phone
I'm sitting on the first rock from the Sun
Mercury is laughing at the shape of things to come
I think I'm getting better at goodbyes
Yeah, I think I'm getting better at goodbyes