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In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, 
The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me 
To your open arms at any cost 

Slow moving nights, without a trace of day-dreamt advice 
My home away from home you provided, but without a trace of a porch light 
Well I’ll find you but it’ll take so much out of me 
And I’ll hunker down and prepare for the motivation I’ll lose suddenly 
Well I don’t have the time to find everything
and here is where I put myself aside to choose priorities 

But in a box full of everything I’ve ever lost,
The first thing I would scour for
is the opportunity for mental bandages, only a damaged soul could’ve ignored  

And every ring of earth's rotation bringing me to a soured destination 
Of knowing now, that you were the glass that kept us separated
I’m antagonizing fight or flight so we establish who controls this  
My head’s too far in the clouds, I’m blind to where the runway is
And it's getting hard to tell 
of what rejections were the world’s protection 
And what were just sacrifices 

But in a box full of everything I’ve ever lost 
The first and only thing I would gaze for,
Is the paper you riveted with every metaphor  
That would’ve changed my view of you, had I not tossed 

But mistakes are the thorns that bring intimidation to every flower;
Dwelling on them won’t make you more well-rounded 
And it’s about time I started living my life in my own honor 
Cause everything I’ve ever lost, 
Took a nerve laced under skin and numbed the ends 
Before the people pleaser in me attempted to plea with one-sided amends 
That would have led me nowhere, 
With no one to carry me
So in a box full of everything I’ve ever lost,
I’m peering for ashes, post-flame 
From a shifting smile that disintegrates
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