Inflect the exasperated mind to laissez-fair
Thoreaunian opinions find shelter their own way
Your world to mine and peace is bound
To leaving by morning

Low sounds reverberate through timber
As if to fill the void of every incorrigible wound
Is this the last of ten nights that I'll wake up
Clasping my wrists firmly, barren struggle against dawn

To all my friends, it's not that I don't love you
It's just that I have to do this on my own
Mom and dad could never understand
Now they're gonna have to figure it out themselves

Your world of material excess could never make me smile
I stood lost in despair
It's never late to recover my soul
And so it seems like it could take a lifetime

Just when I thought this could never be
Finally have I come to realize
That what I had with you was really happiness
And you know it can't be true unless we share

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