wake up with the shakes
don’t know which breath to take
cause the more these words escape
the less I sleep
drawn out and on the dime
told my momma I’m feelin’ fine
but I’m always checkin’ the time
I don’t wanna leave
oh maybe it’s me
but I’d bet money
it’s not just me
so maybe it’s you
but you haven’t a clue
what the hell to do
so maybe it’s us
oh maybe it’s we
baby, plurality
crept in between
when did you and me
turn into we?
I could use a drink
or I could take a drive
anything to put
these thoughts out my mind
I could sing a song
or I could write a line
anything to put
these thoughts out my mind
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