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Apr 2018
18
18 years old
But what is there to live for?
Books and school
Hooking up with some tool
Don’t call me back,
I’d rather smoke a whole pack.
Pillow talk and snorting chalk
Chipped nails and looking pale
The years of our lives
Spent in ****** bar dives
No one gets what it means
Everyone’s obsessed with screens
Behind closed doors,
We’re all little ******.
Tongues pressed in cheeks,
Just give me a little peak.
****** bands and recycling beer cans
Run away with me, just know that it’s not free
But trust me it’s worth your time
Don’t you think that I’m a dime?
Sleeping in unwashed sheets
Let’s walk the midnight streets
We’ll be alright if you hold me tight
Funny thing is I’ll do it all over again tomorrow night
Written by
Great Pretender
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