Change
The air around me is charged
I can feel something coming and it's large
I've felt this once before and back then everything changed
The world became different, everything became so strange
It looks like it's going down again
What will change this time?
And now my fingers reek of nicotine
On my porch alone at age nineteen
You can't learn about pain until you try
To suffer it yourself, not to be taught
I flick the stick away after one big draw
Everything has changed and I'm waiting for this storm to strike
Keep waiting, keep watch
The pressure's going to keep growing
I can see the way everything's changed
Until it all explodes
I'll keep on watching
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