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My car broke down Across from the mechanic's shop, I'm bowling a perfect zero with the bumpers up My shoes get stolen Barefoot in the tire lounge, I chip my tooth on a gumball the dentist pulled the wrong teeth he said it was my fault so I apologize I'm late for work My boss is yelling about something I zone out I don't explain myself I get fired I pack my box with nothing but static air filled with three-and-a-half years No one says goodbye No one seems to notice Except you You call my name You hug me for the first time ever You even asked me to call sometime There's nothing else I can do but smile and be smitten from your laughing at my new gold teeth
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Little Things
My car broke down Across from the mechanic's shop, I'm bowling a perfect zero with the bumpers up My shoes get stolen Barefoot in the tire lounge, I chip my tooth on a gumball the dentist pulled the wrong teeth he said it was my fault so I apologize I'm late for work My boss is yelling about something I zone out I don't explain myself I get fired I pack my box with nothing but static air filled with three-and-a-half years No one says goodbye No one seems to notice Except you You call my name You hug me for the first time ever You even asked me to call sometime There's nothing else I can do but smile and be smitten from your laughing at my new gold teeth
What goes down, must come up
dane-perczak
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
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