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  • I’m somewhere over middle America
    Watching the little people
    Who live thousands of miles
    Away from my own tiny ant life
    Go about the day
    Skipping around
    From tiny box to tiny box
    Rushing around as if they've lost something.
    And it looks like the rug I used to have
    As a kid
    That looked like the map of a city
    And I would control the blocks
    And the toy cars
    So that everyone went home
    Before it got dark
    But all I can think about
    From 34,000 ft into the clouds
    Is the way that
    Coffee always reminds me the middle of the night
    Not the morning
    Or the way my hand gets cold
    When there’s no one to hold it
    (But since no one’s ever held it
    I don’t know if it gets any warmer)
    And If im in the shower for too long
    My hands get pruned
    And my spine gets chilly
    Whenever I step out.
    And from up in the sky
    I don’t know whats happening below me
    So I make it up
    Its easier like that.
    That way I don’t have to think about
    The way her skirt looks better on her
    Or the fact that
    You never look at me
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