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2 lights inside my room

A window so white it’s black 

Oh how darkness is created 

Oh how a ruckus is decided by the position of our hat

I tilt mine back, slightly to the side with a tilt forward 

My hat might be facing back but I’m moving forward 

It’s just the way I see things 

It’s just the way I have to be 

It’s unapologetically me 

Something even with corrected vision you couldn’t see

A gold ring wasn’t something you wanted 

So I married myself 

A big silver ring with my initials 

Gold chains might break but a ring will last forever 

I might go backwards at times in order to move forwards 

But I’m just getting better

Looking for love all my life 

Oh what it is to be in love with being in love 

My face might be shaven 

But my window remains shuttered 

So many hopeless souls in pain 

So much to change 

I tilt my hat to precarious angles 

Just trying to stay sane