The Oxford Comma - Smoke | Текст песни

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the smell of last night's smoke fills my nose. trembling with the leaves, i feel each one of my toes covered by dirty socks. my mouth is closed and locked. my eyes and ears are open, moreso than they've ever been.

the sun, through a cloudless sky, beats down upon my neck, and self-inflicted boundaries serve to keep my mind in check.

the thought of home perplexes me, neither pleasant nor the opposite. now it's just a memory; fading but legitimate.

they say i'm making progress, that i could never choke, but all i've really found so far is the smell of last night's smoke.

where i wanna be is still so far away but i'll keep holding out hope; it's getting closer by the day. what i wanna do with my life is a question that i've always been afraid to ask.

why won't you take off that fucking mask?

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