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Bills are scheming with a lightweight check                again. Swear to God they must by          best of friends. And now I'm sitting solo on my couch                again with these 4 walls. They've become parenthetic. It's the same everywhere,                I know. Same for my friends. 'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't           pay dividends. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and                then we found new meanings for what's copasetic. Now it's easy... too **** easy... So easy... It's too easy. To wander these same neighborhoods and stay in tiny, ****** apartments when the loose ends of your 20s tangle and you're tied to where you've always been. And I'll never ask for           FOR ANYONE'S HELP. But I still can't take           CARE OF MYSELF. So I'll           COOK MY DINNERS      ON THESE BURNING BILLS and laugh my way to the bank so they can repossess my smile. Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,                I know time is racing past but       thoughts are slowed. And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch                alone inside 4 walls because habits are a home. It's the same everywhere,                I know. Same for us all. Late nights and lame jokes we're making           push back walls. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and                all we found were new ways to be pathetic. But it's easy... just too easy... So easy... It's too easy. To stay in soured relationships, stay still in tiny, ****** apartments when the low points of your paychecks dangle while you're trying to climb as high as rent. And we couldn't be in           ANY WORSE HEALTH. And we couldn't be less           FAIR TO OURSELVES but we'll keep on keeping like it's copasetic And we'll never ask for           ANYONE'S HELP. Though we still can't take           CARE OF OURSELVES. So we'll           COOK PLATES OF CROW           ON OUR BURNING BILLS and laugh our way downtown where we can reassess our smiles.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
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Bills are scheming with a lightweight check                again. Swear to God they must by          best of friends. And now I'm sitting solo on my couch                again with these 4 walls. They've become parenthetic. It's the same everywhere,                I know. Same for my friends. 'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't           pay dividends. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and                then we found new meanings for what's copasetic. Now it's easy... too **** easy... So easy... It's too easy. To wander these same neighborhoods and stay in tiny, ****** apartments when the loose ends of your 20s tangle and you're tied to where you've always been. And I'll never ask for           FOR ANYONE'S HELP. But I still can't take           CARE OF MYSELF. So I'll           COOK MY DINNERS      ON THESE BURNING BILLS and laugh my way to the bank so they can repossess my smile. Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,                I know time is racing past but       thoughts are slowed. And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch                alone inside 4 walls because habits are a home. It's the same everywhere,                I know. Same for us all. Late nights and lame jokes we're making           push back walls. We majored in Assumptions, tossed our caps and                all we found were new ways to be pathetic. But it's easy... just too easy... So easy... It's too easy. To stay in soured relationships, stay still in tiny, ****** apartments when the low points of your paychecks dangle while you're trying to climb as high as rent. And we couldn't be in           ANY WORSE HEALTH. And we couldn't be less           FAIR TO OURSELVES but we'll keep on keeping like it's copasetic And we'll never ask for           ANYONE'S HELP. Though we still can't take           CARE OF OURSELVES. So we'll           COOK PLATES OF CROW           ON OUR BURNING BILLS and laugh our way downtown where we can reassess our smiles.
#god#delusion#habit#money#struggle#plan#futility#repetition#scheme#rent
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kyle-kulseth
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
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