I followed my heart into the depths of the wild with callous abandon and "flashing smiles" and when I stumbled out, the weather calmed, there was salt in the air and blood on my palms. Now that I've been scrubbed clean, how do you feel about everything? Do you believe in me, or do you believe in anything? I know what you're thinking man, I know what you'd say, but I ain't no clipped wing just cus I'm saved. I fly and I call as good as I get dirty when I crawl. (Now that I've been scrubbed clean, how do you feel about everything? Do you believe in me, or do you believe in anything?) Yeah, I don't believe in you: A year ago you told me to follow what I feel, to chase after the abstract instead of what was real. But instead of finding summit I fell down the goddamn mountain. And now we're back to climbing, dogs together, always counting mile marker posts in the grass, in the snow. And even if we make it up, I can't believe in you.
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