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We're All Above Average

from It's Not Realistic, But It's Real by Harrison Watters

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stoned in a parking lot
thinking about how everyone thinks im home
cause its midnight on a wednesday night and tomorrow ive got class
but still this hot orange ember approaches my lips slowly

watched through one way glass a hopeless young burnout
who cant get his shit straight yeah
thats me alright i accept that no real direction not quite yet
but when i brushed death my mind was completely blank

im on a sailboat and its just me so i can stay afloat
and the waters so still so still that it feels like home
and when the wind starts to pick up ill hoist up the anchor
set sail towards solid ground and get these sea legs back on shore

done with the guessing
and surgically picking my own brain with tools
that are antiques made out of wood that leaves splinters in my palms
im throwing my typewriter into the deep blue ocean

im on a sailboat and its just me so i can stay afloat
and the waters so still so still that it feels like home
and when the wind starts to pick up ill hoist up the anchor
set sail towards solid ground and get these sea legs back on shore

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from It's Not Realistic, But It's Real, released March 18, 2014

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