I have such envy for the stranger lying next to me.
Who awakes in the night and slips out into the pre-dawn light.
No words, a clean escape, no promises or messes made.
And chalks it all up to mistake, mistake, mistake...
There are no tears, just pity and fear.
The vast ravine right in between.
A storm at sea, bow cracked and I was capsizing.
I sunk below where I swore I would never go.
If you can't stand in place, you can't tell who's walking away
from who remains... Who stays, who stays, who stays...
There are no tears, just pity and fear.
The vast ravine right in between.
There are no tears, just pity and fear.
I recall the push more than the fall.
The push more than the fall...
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