Smoke or Steam

Holding back, feeling my moral fiber sink into the deeper end
 Pouring sugar down the drain, I stand to face the acts
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 Nightlife friends wondering have I missed my chance
 I shake the second guess
 Smoking, doing my own thing
 I let the moment pass
 I let the moment pass
 I can't figure it out
 Is it smoke or steam?
 Facing where we are
 And everywhere, we are nowhere near
 We are wounded and open
 Wondering will we heal
 Or if nothing else, feel wrapped up in ourselves while we are here
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 Signals fill my room with static ringing glass
 It spreads an emptiness
 I am awake around their trap
 Burning life for paper
 Balancing the act
 I see the shape of things
 I see the patches in the grass and all the falling limbs
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 And all the falling limbs
 I can't figure it out
 Is it smoke or steam?
 Facing where we are
 And everywhere, we are nowhere near
 We are wounded and open
 Wondering will we heal
 Or if nothing else, feel wrapped up in ourselves while we are here