every morning i wake up
feels like my last day on this earth
my bodys out of commission
the gears are clogged and worn down
if it was a place it would look like downtown
I take the train every wednesday
just to see a friend
working on art, making headway
hoping the colors will blend
my boss terrifies me
don't know why
i keep things low key
just trying to get by
so help me
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
every morning i wake up
feels like my last day on this earth
my bodys out of commission
the gears are clogged and worn down
if it was a place it would look like downtown
I take the train every wednesday
just to see a friend
working on art, making headway
hoping the colors will blend
my boss terrifies me
don't know why
i keep things low key
just trying to get by
so help me
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