Went back home, still in his room
It's cool, lonely too
I get up at 11 just to go outside
Don't have to leave the house but I feel like trying
I'm sitting on the chair tryna count the leaves
Falling to the grass
When the neighbors leave
Shut the doors enough to shake the ground
Oh I, keep singing thoughts as if that makes 'em leave my mind
Resort to watching other people live their lives
And give them mine
Like trading places
As if I could escape it
Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes
So I started drinking coffee at a place that I like
On Adelaide West near the park that I'd lie awake in
With my friends after getting wasted
Oh, it doesn't even matter that I hate the taste
I just wanna hear the chatter from a different table
???
And give them mine
Like trading places
As if I could escape it
Cause when everything stops but the ceiling fan in my room
The thought creeps in that the person I saw in the mirror can't fill my shoes
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