the places my mind goes
are sometimes not so safe
friendless faces, quickened paces
i need a better place
the places my heart goes
are sometimes just so plain
barren wasteland, i've got no plan
on how to get away
oh irrational me
how you do me wrong
oh rational me
you turn my sorrows into songs
but irrational me
you have seem to have overtaken
what was left of me lyin here
the places my words go
are sometimes not so bad
soapbox dancing, sometimes laughing
i expected so much less
the places my love goes
is sometimes far away
from where my hands can quickly reign it
back into my hiding place
oh irrational me
how you do me wrong
oh rational me
you turn my sorrows into songs
but irrational me
you have seem to have overtaken
what was left of me lyin here
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