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A friend once said I’m mostly pencil lead
It explains how I can pour myself onto this page
And why I feel guilty every time I erase my mistakes

A friend once described how I’m mostly water inside
It explains how I feel so drained when I cry over you
And why drinking can make me feel like I think I’m supposed to

Is he referring to the composition of my body or mind?
Your memories pull me slightly out of both, the boundaries are less defined

A friend once explained I’m mostly empty space
Is it why you can’t look me in the eye anymore?
I guess we both found out what hindsight is for

Living in a constant state of rubbernecking at days gone by
The focus always seems just slightly out
No matter how hard I try

A friend came by the other day to save me from the note you gave me
Left under my wiper blade like a parking citation
Written in dull pencil lead and smeared with tears your words had bled
I found it hard to grasp your empty explanation