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'Cause I wonder sometimes

About the outcome

Of a still verdictless life  

Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right?  

A fresh new start is all she needs.  That is her plan, start clean, then let the rest fade away like old photos left in the sun.  They become faint and less penetrating.  Hopefully this will work, hope…it’s all she needs.

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with wood in places

To make it feel like home

But all I feel is alone  

It might be a quarter life crisis

Or just the stirring in my soul, who knows

Either way I wonder sometimes About the outcome of a still verdictless life 

Her new apartment does not have three kitchens to his dismay, and she laughs at that quietly; the noise echoing off the empty furniture and rooms.  Starting over is harder than it looks.  But she just reminds herself that eventually everything will fade.