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Long drive, tongue-tied, it's weird being home
Let's get breakfast, I'll pack you a bowl
Text threats, old girlfriends, it barely hurts
But ghost eyes on old friends is making it worse
Oh oh
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Brave the handshake, drag through the small talk
It takes guts to be so fake, oh well, whatever
Getting good at losing contact, I can tell by your face
Borrowed my best thoughts, stole all my good luck
Now I'm in a better place, or am I?
Let's just get breakfast, make it all go away
