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Avoiding everything,
And holding it all in, again.
Don’t worry, I’ll be okay this time around.
Debating whether tonight,
I’ll talk to you and tell you how I feel or not.
And it’s killing me – killing you, too.

The weather’s getting warmer
As I start feeling cornered.
But it’s never for the reason that you’d think.
So we’ll start getting older,
As I’m just getting over the fact:
I don’t know what we’re doing here.

I don’t know what we’re doing here.

Avoiding everyone.
I can’t explain just how I feel.
It’s killing us, killing us.

It's not of matter of who’s wrong or right.
I’ve had to deal with that shit my whole life.
Just tell me the truth;
Is it me, or is this just about you?
The air’s been getting colder (air’s just getting colder),
As I’m just getting over the fact:
I don’t know what I’m doing here.

There’s not a single place
Where I can stand and say
That I’m safe and soundly sane
With the choices I make.
(I won’t get in your way)
So I turn my cheek to all these things I hate
I won’t be burning us out or fading away.

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from Bettlewood EP, released December 31, 2013

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Stokes Street Oaklyn, New Jersey

Rising from the ashes of the Oaklyn metalcore act We Were Once Heroes and the Audubon-based progressive pop punk of End the Charade, Stokes Street plays music about philosophies and feelings, and consistently refuses to die. #stokesaintdead

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