Relate

 

My Friday night starts while you’re at work
I pour myself a drink; it’s been so long
Conversations about how much living hurts
Isn’t funny how we’re always wrong
Being as vague as we can with each other
But I’d still never trade you for another
In my feelings as the room starts to spin
I just wish you would let me in
Relating to every issue I throw at you
I’ve never had that before
It almost sounds too good to be true
I can’t believe I’m not alone anymore

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