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Chasing Hypotheticals

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I'm winded --
chasing hypotheticals.
I'm winded --
they run so far so fast.

I'm wounded --
by our missed opportunities.
I'm wounded --
by dreams that might have been.

What will you be to me tomorrow?
(Today you mean nothing at all.)
But there is something inside me
that makes me question myself.
Who could I be with you tomorrow?
(Today I mean nothing at all.)

I wonder --
if grass is green where you are.
I wonder --
will my thumbs tend or bruise?

I torture --
myself creating fantasies.
I torture --
the world oscillating.

What will you be to me tomorrow?
(Today you mean nothing at all.)
But there is something inside me
that makes me question myself.
Who could I be with you tomorrow?
(Today I mean nothing at all.)

[bridge]

Today I mean nothing at all.

**

If you haven't already caved to my requests, make it up to me by LIKING the band that added a melody to these lyrics: Butcher the Baker.
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