There comes a time,
In everyone's life
when you have to make a choice
Blood before water
Is what I've been told
but when the blood runs thin,
the heart grows cold
If you don't have the time,
then neither do I
I'd rather talk to the fox,
even if she feeds me lies
At least they have my back
and while I know you do too
they're my preference for now
they're the ones that I choose
and while in the future
the odds will turn 'round
in this moment I find consolation
in knowing how I can be found
to those who think the know,
you never truly will,
to those who think they'll never know,
you've already figured it out.
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