That there's something
In the air
That I can't quite put my finger on
Why is it
That my lips clench
Over whatever thought
Is rattling the bars of my mind
Tonight/ Desperate, wanting out
Why is it that I have to smile
Why is it that I can't say no
Why is it that I couldn't remember
And why is it that the memories come
Rushing back tonight?
Why is it that
Some things are just
Too crazy to be believable
Too crazy to be true
They just happen
Because they're just
The right kind of crazy
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