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I’m Losing Myself (Feat. Ed Droste) by Robin Pecknold

I’m a fast breather, I’m a hairless dog. 
And alone at the end of the day, I’m just like the gathering fog. 

I’m a slow mover, I’m the best laid plans. 
And alone at the end of the day, I just sit with my head in my hands. 

But we speak easy, and we seldom fight. 
And I chew on the bones of the day while you sleep soft and warm in the night.
 
And I can’t see you, with anyone else. 
Even if that means holding me down, even if that means losing myself.

He’s a smooth talker, and he shaves his face. 
And I wonder if you look at me and instead see him taking my place. 

But I do need you, and no one else.
And I hope you’re around and forgiving when you see me losing myself.