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I fear I’m growing insane as my brain starts to wander
The thoughts there they range
From the saddest to the downright strange
And there’s an itch in my skin now I can’t seem to pin down
Or even come to terms
That just maybe the scratch that it needs
Is the one I’ve yet to learn

I fear the ghosts of my worries have come back to haunt me
They wait in the floorboards
And rattle their chains when I sleep
And you could measure the toll that it takes on my soul
Just by counting all the lines
That reside under both of my eyes

I think I need some help now
I think I just need to slow down
I think I need to rewrite my songs so I can’t sing along
And I think, oh I think, oh I think
I think way too much
Maybe that’s why I’m stuck

I feel the years slip away as they slow to a crawl
So like a newborn I’ll choke on my tears
Till I feel nothing at all
And there’s a lock on my mouth where only some words get out
And the rest pile up in my throat
And maybe soon I’ll puke up a novel—
A tragic display of repose

I think I need some help now
I think I just need to calm down
I think I need to scrape up my feet just to prove I still bleed
And I think, oh I think, oh I think
I think way too much
Maybe that’s why I’m stuck

Oh, you could only imagine the places I go in my head
Like truck stops and graveyards and hospital beds
And the people there know me by name
Though they’re ghosts all the same
I’m a ghost all the same

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The Sunset Doctrine San Antonio, Texas

The Sunset Doctrine is the solo project of Sean Lazaga from San Antonio, Texas.

Weaving intricate melodies with earnest lyrics, Lazaga draws inspiration from the intrapersonal—wandering between intimate acoustics and layered loops in a nostalgic stream of consciousness awash in natural light. ... more

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