He was sitting there
Diving deep into his own pool
He was sitting there feeling left out
He was sitting there
His voices didn't make a sound
He stood there feeling left out
He was standing there
Thinking it was jealousy
Of the cojoined twins as they danced
He's in love with one of them
He's in love with one of them
He was standing there
Everything was blurry
He squeezed himself more, as he panicked
Vintage climate, vintage sounds
Vintage colors, vintage ground
Vintage distance, vintage pound
Overthinking quietly loud
He's overthinking so he moves around
But nobody notices
I said, nobody notices
Because he was having fun too
Dying in between these moods
Dying in between these moods

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