GOOD RIDDANCE LYRICS

"Pisces/Almost Home"

The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people can't believe the things they read.

We've been brought up to feel left out,
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubts.

The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange.

With tacit symmetry and prose,
I feel the doors behind me close.

You're here alone inside this crowd.
You've faced the world and made us proud.

But when the bitterness returns
There's nothing left to hide the burns.
Burns.

I've waited.
I've written on promises and dreams a thousand times,
Still relegated to these lines.

Like water, untainted,
The sad quixotic trail I've left behind,
Somehow it echoes in my mind.

And it almost feels like coming home.

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