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Succumb to my hilarity Sad sights and lack of solidarity Wondering how and never reaching clarity Seeing people live to thirty in my mind is a rarity That's fine I like being rare I want to live to thirty just to see if I'll care Have a few kids and teach them how to share Watching them on the playground And see their jeans tear They'll grow up and ding-ding-ditch on a dare Succumb to my art Pouring out my heart Cutting my wrists to paint on war Setting a bad example by robbing a store Get a little money and use it to feed the poor Get looked down upon and your heart is tore I hate myself and I break the mirror Driving home at 80 and hitting a deer Eyes closed, hands up, refusing to steer Weaving on the road without any beer I love you all There's a note in my pocket I love you all Arms pulled out of socket I love you all Staring at the locket I love you all Thinking about a rocket Clock me out I'm tired of working I hate the glare off your watch Can't see, pupils are tight Keep breathing, don't cry Edge off the bridge I'm fine Legs dangling over water Blindfold on Wind from the city Tired of sitting Leaping off to sunset Love in my heart Heart in the water Water in my lungs
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
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Succumb to my hilarity Sad sights and lack of solidarity Wondering how and never reaching clarity Seeing people live to thirty in my mind is a rarity That's fine I like being rare I want to live to thirty just to see if I'll care Have a few kids and teach them how to share Watching them on the playground And see their jeans tear They'll grow up and ding-ding-ditch on a dare Succumb to my art Pouring out my heart Cutting my wrists to paint on war Setting a bad example by robbing a store Get a little money and use it to feed the poor Get looked down upon and your heart is tore I hate myself and I break the mirror Driving home at 80 and hitting a deer Eyes closed, hands up, refusing to steer Weaving on the road without any beer I love you all There's a note in my pocket I love you all Arms pulled out of socket I love you all Staring at the locket I love you all Thinking about a rocket Clock me out I'm tired of working I hate the glare off your watch Can't see, pupils are tight Keep breathing, don't cry Edge off the bridge I'm fine Legs dangling over water Blindfold on Wind from the city Tired of sitting Leaping off to sunset Love in my heart Heart in the water Water in my lungs
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
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