I feel so dry and uneven on the ground

Somethings just off enough to make me feel profound

I live day by day knowing I must be missing the big deal

The music in my head doesnt ryhme with the worlds reel

I run out of space on my notebook just to make me feel safe

I was never meant to live inside of your little graph

I am crashed to the surface just long enough to take a breathe

I call it drowning and you call it the dance with death

M.A.P

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