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You sold your own, but I can't keep my words close They're sprinting down strange roads Where none of my friends want to go You soldier on, but steps adjacent are descending They said, "go on, we'll catch up" Now gatherings are happening somewhere else I was never made to be redemptive I intended to hide away the shame I'm anxious and partless and tethered to a coward I don't know I expected to never be absolved I was never made to be redemptive (We're two halves of a whole, yet unreciprocal) I intended to hide away the shame (Like friends we never met, they're gone but never left) I'm anxious and partless and tethered to a coward I don't know I expected to never be absolved (You gather up my words, set fire to what you've heard) You sold your own, but I can't keep my words close They're sprinting down strange roads Where none of my friends want to go You soldier on, but steps adjacent are descending They said, "go on, we'll catch up" Now gatherings are happening somewhere else