You come home. You see the same people you always used to see.
You talk.
You laugh. You drink. You feel. Memories flood your brain and make you think things you'd thought a million times before. But you blew them off then. No longer. Because it's always different in the flesh.
And then you realize: It doesn't really matter.
'Cause we're all lost, and we're all confused. And there's nothing in this world that's ever going to be solid true.
Nothing that I can see, at least.
This song is perfect.
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