I never said that I'd be perfect
but I'm not the antagonist
of your life story.

This road is short but it's all I see.
So I'll drive this 15 minutes
With the car at 115.

My friends are waiting for me back home
and I can't wait to tell them the things I've done
because my blood does not determine family.

My tongue is firmly planted in my cheek
When I say those things to you.
I'm here but my heart's not
it's far away
off with the people I ignored for you.

You no longer write my lines for me.

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