It takes unruly candor to helm this disposition, but so what.
The ceiling, old friend, stares back.
Was that courage I just daydreamt?
Well so what.
So much for bravery, misunderstood.
And then it came to me.
I knew it would.
We could've moved mountains.
We could've been something.
But so what.
In cold, still even weeds grow.
I fear that's a strength I'll never know.
But so what.
So much for bravery, misunderstood.
But then it came to me, I knew it would.
So much free energy.
Numb to the buzz, that's tolerance built up good.
And then you came to me, I knew you would.
A quiet victory, but we'll take what we can get.
You'll get the best of me, if only for a moment.

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