And this is just another sad song
I can't deny that I've been needing one
And that the world is always at fault
And we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
And I've been thinking that when we thought
The world would break us that we weren't wrong
But it's just never been the world outside
And sonder1 kind of has me terrified
And I'm so sorry I can't find the time
Spent all my days over-preocupied
And I've been thinkin' 'bout how I'd react
If you were me and I was ghosted at
And I know I should try more
But I've been so caught in my own small shit that I can't see
That's nothing around me here
But I've been trying really fuckin' hard not to try so hard
Really fuckin' hard just to let go
Really fuckin' hard not to try so hard
Realize I have nowhere left to go
1. According to the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, sonder is "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. Source: https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/23536922667/sonder