What time I leave for work really depends
On if I'd rather listen to music alone at home
Or alone in the parking lot

Better were the days when the nights did not weep

Come back and I won't make another one, ever. Please.

Well,
Where should I begin?
With her obnoxious audacity
Or her silky, drawing skin?

Her superficial ideals
Or her 'I'll never drink' thing?

Her inappropriate affect
Or maybe with him?

He who had faltered, bringing the future down with him

A selfless decision now appears to be a selfish song

The ideals of society
Are not composed
Of the ideals of
Collective individuals

The ideals of society
Are composed
Of the ideals of
Collective individuals'
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