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i'm willing to do what it takes to make this bar go wild. the only question left: are you susceptible to what i've got? if we can't jive, we're empty-handed- but i've got vibes that you and i can get down. let's get down, then- let's get ******* wild. let's jam, man- i wanna hear what you've got in your hands. what do you have in your bones that'll get you mad enough to dazzle? let the passion take you over. i wanna watch you lose control. i won't keep you waiting once you embark- i promise you that. would it get you on your feet if i said i saw something in you and i wanted at it? or would the aftermath of that statement leave me flattened? either way, i'll end up collapsing on the stage eventually. so am i something to write home about? do i dazzle? or am i just one of the flock? tell me; i need to know. i feed on what you think of me. i'm in dire need of validation; i've no self-esteem. so speak. one, two, three. clap your hands if you believe in me. keep it to the beat if you wanna see me healthy. i don't do well when things aren't right. yeah, i'm a delicate flower child with a bad case of the wilds. acromegalous. i grew too much. i'm a city fish in a little pond. i'm gasping for air here; i'm so ******* bored. let me out. i don't fit this skin, so i'll unzip it. shrug my way out and slip into a better living. lighter and more lively. just you wait and see. i'll make it, just you wait. i poison what i touch, but it's ******* interesting. wanna watch me implode on the big-screen? i'll cry if it'll get you thinking. i'll scream and shout if you'll believe it means something. i just gotta make it look like i'm still alive.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
the fantastic collapser
i'm willing to do what it takes to make this bar go wild. the only question left: are you susceptible to what i've got? if we can't jive, we're empty-handed- but i've got vibes that you and i can get down. let's get down, then- let's get ******* wild. let's jam, man- i wanna hear what you've got in your hands. what do you have in your bones that'll get you mad enough to dazzle? let the passion take you over. i wanna watch you lose control. i won't keep you waiting once you embark- i promise you that. would it get you on your feet if i said i saw something in you and i wanted at it? or would the aftermath of that statement leave me flattened? either way, i'll end up collapsing on the stage eventually. so am i something to write home about? do i dazzle? or am i just one of the flock? tell me; i need to know. i feed on what you think of me. i'm in dire need of validation; i've no self-esteem. so speak. one, two, three. clap your hands if you believe in me. keep it to the beat if you wanna see me healthy. i don't do well when things aren't right. yeah, i'm a delicate flower child with a bad case of the wilds. acromegalous. i grew too much. i'm a city fish in a little pond. i'm gasping for air here; i'm so ******* bored. let me out. i don't fit this skin, so i'll unzip it. shrug my way out and slip into a better living. lighter and more lively. just you wait and see. i'll make it, just you wait. i poison what i touch, but it's ******* interesting. wanna watch me implode on the big-screen? i'll cry if it'll get you thinking. i'll scream and shout if you'll believe it means something. i just gotta make it look like i'm still alive.
unedited. i've beeen listening to a lot of every time i die lately; you can tell.
korey-miller-1
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
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