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A painful obsession with impressing Is controlling me. Tickling my throat to move, To beg for your attention. I'm far too worried with What sounds better, Hey or hello? Or is hello too stiff? Maybe hi... There's no words I could write or say To undo that last goodbye. But figuring out What to say Is wasting the entire night away And you're already leaving And I'm still, already choking I'm so scared I'm Bumming a drag or two. I thought I said I'd stopped smoking. I guess it's hard when smoke-filled lungs Are right at home with thoughts of you. I wish I could let the impression That impressing matters Swim free. But I'm caught up In a dead sea Of thickening greetings Thought up too quickly.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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A painful obsession with impressing Is controlling me. Tickling my throat to move, To beg for your attention. I'm far too worried with What sounds better, Hey or hello? Or is hello too stiff? Maybe hi... There's no words I could write or say To undo that last goodbye. But figuring out What to say Is wasting the entire night away And you're already leaving And I'm still, already choking I'm so scared I'm Bumming a drag or two. I thought I said I'd stopped smoking. I guess it's hard when smoke-filled lungs Are right at home with thoughts of you. I wish I could let the impression That impressing matters Swim free. But I'm caught up In a dead sea Of thickening greetings Thought up too quickly.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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