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I like to think 
I could do it if I wanted to 

I tell myself it's situational, these things
It's not your fault,
it's not your fault

Look around
Everything is dying 

And I didn't see this coming 
Far away
The sky was clear 
Lack of color has never been so threatening

Ignition 
Start my flame again 
I can't be lost with you 

Feel it burrowing 
Relaying this information
Is the only way I can move on 

Photographs are hard enough to look at 
But it's even harder through the layer of water 

This suspense is threatening
Relaying this information is the only way I can move on 

And before you start to question everything
Save your breath  

I like to think I could do it if I wanted to 
And it's confidence like that 
That will lead to my reign of success

I like to tell myself
It's situational, these things
It's not your fault
It's not your fault

But I like to think 
I could make it there if I wanted to 

And it's faith like that 
That will pave the road to my story of success

Realizing that it's pointless taking advice from you
Always telling me right from wrong 
Like your the perfect moral compass 

I've already done more nice things 
Than you will in your entire life 

And it's thoughts like that
That make me question my integrity

But lately I've been feeling pretty good about myself 

Far away 
The sky's still clear 
But I've learned to never trust what you don't understand
And my gut has never let me down 
So realign yourself
And I'll walk away in a hastily fashion

Look around 
Everything is dying 
Far away 
The sky looked clear 
And I gave in to false hope again 
I keep telling myself
Never trust something that can't be explain

I tell myself 
It's situational, these things
It's not your fault,
It's not your fault

But lately I've been feeling pretty good about myself
And it's confidence like that
That will get me where I need to be 

Ignition
Spark my flame 
In the background of a romantic scene
In a suburban living room
Set while snow is falling endlessly
 
I know someday 
Expectations will be the death of me
But along the way,
I like to think,
I could make it last
If I wanted to
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