Room To Talk

I've got nothing to say
 Pockets full of pennies that shake
 All I know is where I am
 Where I've been is irrelevant
 I try to find my rank in the room
 Every corner of the place has been used
 It feels like I should up and leave
 But then what would I be for me?
 I felt unsure, like, was it me?
 Am I not normal?
 Did everyone succeed or find an out?
 It feels informal
 I watched a hole in all of my obsessions
 Hug you breathless
 A darkness in the soul of my reflection had to go
 I know, I know
 What do I know?
 What do I know?
 What do I know?
 What do I know?
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 I've got nothing to pay
 Pockets full of pennies that shake
 All I know is what I am
 Refusing to meet the end
 Thumbing through the pages again
 Fold them up all over again
 I'm not afraid of what I'm worth
 Afraid that you'll never know
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 So what? You let us down, we got to go now
 Symptoms adding up, you know it's true
 It's time to grow now
 In the end, you're free to be the sum of all your failures
 Or turn it inside out to meet the final narrative
 I'm alright, but not at all, kind of hate it
 A lovely piece of wood that won't get used, so it gets wasted
 And maybe I could make a decent dollar selling t-shirts
 Or quit it all and take an easy dollar from your church
 I know, I know
 What do I know?
 What do I know?
 What do I know?
 What do I know?