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from Therapy by WAKING THINGS

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I sit in wintertime with all the windows down
And then I wonder why I feel so cold
Dressed to the nine, but I am skin and bones
I really feel I'll die before I'm old 

And I recognize
All my secondhand lovers
Had no chance to prove themselves
I reconciled
My burning bridges, pick up the pieces
Put 'em on a shelf 

It's been three whole nights
Since I have left my room
This socializing wrecks my comfort zone 
When this worlds too bright for my vampire eyes
My self-inflicted loneliness is home

And I recognize
All my secondhand lovers
Had no chance to prove themselves
And I reconciled
My burning bridges, pick up the pieces
Put 'em on a shelf  

And I recognize
All my secondhand lovers had no chance
To prove themselves
I reconciled
My burning bridges, pick up the pieces
Put them on a shelf 
To meet the aching gaze of me, my dog and no one else
And no one else
No one
Else

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from Therapy, released June 1, 2023

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"...their penchant for passionate vocal performances, perky instrumentation, and iridescent melodies have kept them one of Seattle’s must-know artists of the modern era." - Northwest Music Scene

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