the act of getting worse.

january 18th.
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lyrics

Nothing is wrong, there's just nothing to do
When I make up a person that will never be you
I know you like to play the same game with me too
Tell me, how can I miss you when we're in the same room?

You call on me
My fantasy
I'll meet you at the window
The task at hand
Is not to stand
But to watch as the other falls below
Below

When my eyes meet yours, but then you glance away
You are breathtaking wreckage, an ideal that I chase
But this mess can't be swept with a mop or a broom
Tell me, how can I miss you when we're in the same room?

You call on me
My fantasy
I'll meet you at the window
The task at hand
Is not to stand
But to watch as the other falls below
Below

I think I've lost my interest and you've lost your grip
'cause you turn this world into what you want from it
I know I'm not special, but neither are you
Two worthless people trapped inside the same room
Tell me, how can I miss you when we're in the same room?
Tell me, why do I need you to be in the same room?

You call on me
My fantasy
I'll meet you at the window
The task at hand
Is not to stand
But to watch as the other falls below
Below

Same Room

you'll *probably* outlive mitch mcconnell

Same Room

Skyler Foley