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Inspired by the song “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon "You know that I could use somebody... You know that I could use somebody... Someone like you..." The worst days are the ones that we let go by That we failed to live The days that we should've spoken up and said something but we never did Yet when it's all falling down now it’s important But when I'm gone and you've gotten rid of me, there is no way to abort it. They say that life is priceless, so just how can we afford it? These are my recurring thoughts. The ones that ought to be naught, but they are. The ones that slow time down and allow my mind to explore, to go far. I won't lie and say these thoughts don't exist. The truth is that I'm waiting on you to free me. The remnants of your excellence will suffice enough to do just this. These are the thoughts that creep up on me. Catch me when I'm awake but consciously sleeping. I'm just elsewhere. Trying to find the place where I belong As I look to my left Then to my right I see no place neither here nor there. Back history is suspending us. Not propelling but maintaining, but the undying stress of it all is conflicting and straining. Every time the thought occurs it gets harder to leave. Yet if this is the highest point, the pinnacle of sorts, of this irregular discourse, then what is there left for us to achieve? These are the days when I know I need some help, but you won't be there This problem has no solution, but I won't even remember; when this chair falls and I hang by this belt we will have found our conclusion. "You know that I could use somebody... You know that I could use somebody... Someone like you..."
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