...and I'm too tired to pick it back up
I got in my car and drove away
And I'm a coward
I sit here for hours
Avoiding the problems
I could easily solve
No good in, no good out
A tried and tested theory
Half awake by day, and at night the same
I'm itchy, bored and weary
Waiting to grow
But when I get there I know
I'll be wishing I was younger
I'll regret the marks
Left on skin and paper
But romanticise their occurrence
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