I need meaning.
It's a fault of mine.
I don't know how you do it.
Just to say you did.
Just to say you could.
Just to say you can.
And I need more.
It's a fault of mine.
There's better a better use of space.
A better use of flesh.
A better use of bone.
A better use of breath.
But I need sleep
It's a fault of mine.
I don't know how you stand.
On legs so stiff.
On legs so broken.
On legs so bent.
'Cause my soul is sore.
It's a fault of mine.
There's an ache that builds.
That freely breeds.
That freely wrecks
That freely weeps.
It's a fault of mine.
It's a fault line.
It's a faulty life.
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