[Verse 1]

That hashtag wants me dead, but I don't mind

It's just another way we grieve

For all the times we failed to be the ones

We thought we had the chance to be

[Chorus 1]

And when it gets too complicated

When you can't get to sleep

When the morning seems impossible

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[Verse 2]

And I don't mean to miss the good old days

The good old days were mostly bad

But I recall how dark the night got then

How absences could make me glad

[Chorus 2]

So when it's too illuminated

Too loud and indiscreet

When it gets you stoned or gets you strange

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