I play house wife for a place to rest my head just another hole in the wall that's not how the song goes a rich friend wants to die and the world wants to **** us heightened magical beliefs when everyone is afraid everything that seemed unreal is familiar it is coming to life today to take us away or not but either way I am on my last layer the gas station pit stop just before ****** boot to floor no outlet sign doesn't mean stop because its been "**** the cops!" **** the clock and all things that **** people who don't want to die this parallel told me "run, get out" yesterday, or sometime ago you know how similars confuse me gasping for purified air with the smell of death stuck to my hair and I ******* swear I'm getting out of here