My Head's a Mess

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Stormchaser - “The Curb”

Lyrics:

Sleeping in the gutter
Nowhere else to think
Speaking as I stutter
I think I could use a drink
Sitting on the curb
Like a concrete bed
I’m shipwrecked inside my own head

And now you’ve come to choose
what you want instead
and I will just remember
the comfort of your bed

If only you would show me
a sign of remorse
That wasn’t years too late
Or brought up by force
Pretend that you don’t love me
or that you never will
I’ll be on the curb
without a place to fill

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