Time Machine by Craig H

I make my way through the smoke
Just to find myself back again
Maybe it’s the loss of vision
That I’m finding comfort in
Maybe it’s the not knowing
Just slipping out of my skin
I smell it on all my clothes
I put them back on again

Makes me want to go back
Makes me want to go back
Makes me want to go back
I can’t tell you why

I had the worst sleep last night
Couldn’t calm down my heart
Tried to lock it all down
I just picked it apart
I tried to figure it out
Ended back at the start
Try to reach an ending
Try to break my own heart

I don’t want to sound cruel
Know what I mean
I wanna go back
I need a time machine

There’s no code
No secret word
No magic solution
What you thought you knew
There’s no code
No secret word
No magic solution
The only way out is through

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