Yesterday
Obsessed
With what went wrong
I can't hear
What they tell me
I see their lips move
I feel the air
From their breath
Against my face
I can't see
What's clear
In front of me
I can't tell
I can't get home from here
What the hell
Happened to me
What the hell
Did I miss
Deep in this shell
I've been sleeping in
You talk
Like it's so easy
For someone like me
To navigate
My way
Back
To those days
When I was innocent
When was the last time
I really felt
Complete
When was the last time
I owned a damn thing
All mine
And when did I stop caring
Where I went
Swimming
Only gets me deeper
If anyone knew
If they could really see
What I see
When I see me
Through and through
Bone deep
I don't want to know
How this goes
How it'll end
If I just close my eyes tight enough
I can pretend
It'll go away
I won't feel this way
Tomorrow
That I can have yesterday
I can have it back
Because all I really want
Is my yesterday
To be my today
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