Took the train alone to Boston for the first time in a long time
I wish I could say there was something that I learned, something that I took home.
But you don't always gain from what you lose, and you don't always get what you choose.
I always throw every word I say away.
Nothing has a grasp on the only constant
The only kicker to my own conscience.
Burn it all away so I can see the light of day
Paint reflections, I'm bruising my inaction
But I am just a ghost of nothing now
(I'm thinking that we've become something that we will miss)
Nothing has a grasp on the only constant
The only kicker to my own conscience.
Burn it all away so I can see the light of day
Paint reflections, I'm bruising my inaction
But I am just a ghost of nothing now
Took the train alone to Boston for the first time in a long time.
You started a fire in my mind.

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