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The back and forth repeat, it's nothing new And I'm not who I want to be for you Eager eyes got a funny way of shining through It's just before the bore and you say "The bridge looks like it's made with K's," for my name Shaped just like your right hand veins And paler than the salt stacks in the rain And that burnt sulfur, it sparks tonight And that Gold Club sign lights up just right And it gets covered by the ivy in the summertime And I turn sharp and I race by We all rush, it always stays So serene, and I can't change You know that's just my way And your eyes say "Come inside, warm those hands," Well, what can I say with so little time? Still honest, a kind face It's fitting, such a waste That "good night" kind of smile It faded with my time I'm getting close to who I want to be for you I'm getting close, I'm racing home I'm getting that rib cage rattle I'm getting close, I'm racing home I'm "choking on feel good," I'm getting close, I'm racing home The back and forth repeat I'm getting close, I'm racing home I'm getting close, I'm racing home