To do:
write poems on her skin
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I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the world
I got a smoothie and a girl
on my lap, can’t breathe out my nose
and I don’t want to change my clothes
I’m a stupid piece of ****
but don’t get hit
by cars on purpose
trying to get to bed on time has me up all night
Its not mine, I didn’t make it
So much time, I didn’t take it
I’m lost and i had to eat my map
You’re the boss, and if I- if I snap,
hold my hand, then take me back
got my head inside this sack
I looked at the clock and felt present in what it showed me
I was alive at 3:10 am
Still alive at 3:11
So self aware it hurts
I know nothing
and I’m older now
I’m a pebble
in a boulder town
“You better hurry up, you’ll miss the sacrifice”
Wrinkles in my brains
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
To do:
write poems on her skin
//////////////////////// ////\\\\\\|///////////
I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the world
I got a smoothie and a girl
on my lap, can’t breathe out my nose
and I don’t want to change my clothes
I’m a stupid piece of ****
but don’t get hit
by cars on purpose
trying to get to bed on time has me up all night
Its not mine, I didn’t make it
So much time, I didn’t take it
I’m lost and i had to eat my map
You’re the boss, and if I- if I snap,
hold my hand, then take me back
got my head inside this sack
I looked at the clock and felt present in what it showed me
I was alive at 3:10 am
Still alive at 3:11
So self aware it hurts
I know nothing
and I’m older now
I’m a pebble
in a boulder town
“You better hurry up, you’ll miss the sacrifice”
Wrinkles in my brains
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