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House party Heart attack I need some ******* air Alright, (gasp) Card game over breakfast Solitaire Unsure of what to choose In regards to the near future Grin and bear it For the kids, I guess The whatever friends I somehow amass Hit the road No point in checking My reflection Too undecided Preheat the oven Getting baked Sky's gray The way I like it Half a smile earned Turn a corner and regret it Feelings are too sensitive In that They get shattered And splinter up my gut **** it Whatever Half way inside Biding my time Leather jacket Smells like grass Fresh cut cut-ups get drowsy I'm barely sentient myself Don't think about hell itself Not that much thought crossed That welcome mat Laugh along All a death tome Singing dead songs Getting high on One human or another Smoking me out Of the house Sky is dark now Just how I like it Another half smile Looking past I see the lights Same lights blinding some other guy Somewhere the sky isn't so perfect Here, the lights blinding me Are all around Clowns, the lot of them annoying.... So glad i made it So glad to see You didn't die inside your house And could show up to my party To validate me I'd sooner berate you and your Guest Ugh How you can live live So depressive Then bounce back with Idiots Crowding up the place Beyond me Anyway Stopped by to drag doubt Through the place And show my face To much disappointment I guess I expected As much
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
Human conditioning
House party Heart attack I need some ******* air Alright, (gasp) Card game over breakfast Solitaire Unsure of what to choose In regards to the near future Grin and bear it For the kids, I guess The whatever friends I somehow amass Hit the road No point in checking My reflection Too undecided Preheat the oven Getting baked Sky's gray The way I like it Half a smile earned Turn a corner and regret it Feelings are too sensitive In that They get shattered And splinter up my gut **** it Whatever Half way inside Biding my time Leather jacket Smells like grass Fresh cut cut-ups get drowsy I'm barely sentient myself Don't think about hell itself Not that much thought crossed That welcome mat Laugh along All a death tome Singing dead songs Getting high on One human or another Smoking me out Of the house Sky is dark now Just how I like it Another half smile Looking past I see the lights Same lights blinding some other guy Somewhere the sky isn't so perfect Here, the lights blinding me Are all around Clowns, the lot of them annoying.... So glad i made it So glad to see You didn't die inside your house And could show up to my party To validate me I'd sooner berate you and your Guest Ugh How you can live live So depressive Then bounce back with Idiots Crowding up the place Beyond me Anyway Stopped by to drag doubt Through the place And show my face To much disappointment I guess I expected As much
Bored. Bored. Bored.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
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