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Maybe I'd do better with a different view
Been staring out this window since who knows when
Maybe it's the fault of this tiny room
I can tell right now that this ain't my zen

I'm just sitting here
Head in my cold hands
Vagaries just have to wait

It was a series of mixed metaphors, and a slow clap
It was more about the territory, than it ever was about the map
I’ve never burned a bridge that, didn't need to fry

Maybe I'd do better in a different town
Someplace the strangers don't look the same
Maybe if I didn't have that kind of face
That says leave me alone don't want to play your game

I'm still sitting here
Head in my cold hands
Vagaries just will not wait

It was a meek appropriation of, our simple symmetry
A thin, jejune codex of, our coarse depravity
I've looked into it and, I'll be just fine

Maybe if I cared less I could to get along
I've heard experience is as good as wealth
It'd be so much simpler if I wasn't wrong
Didn't need you to do it, I did it myself

I'll be sitting here
Head in my cold hands
Vagaries up in the air

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from These Harrowing Tales of Heartache, released May 9, 2019

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Edward Kildow Boise, Idaho

Singer-songwriter from Boise, ID.

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