Sit there embarrassed,
Just like always.
Look at me,
Subconsciously,
Just like the old days,
Back when you used to impress me,
Without trying.
This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs,
Sssssssssssssssssss.
It's frying.
See I'm not lying,
They wouldn't put it on tv if it wasn't true.
Ponder the irony,
And I'll get back to you.
I don't mean to make you feel bad but,
Don't be like your dad.
I miss you.
I mean "the real you"
COME BACK SOON
Buddy.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC
Sit there embarrassed,
Just like always.
Look at me,
Subconsciously,
Just like the old days,
Back when you used to impress me,
Without trying.
This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs,
Sssssssssssssssssss.
It's frying.
See I'm not lying,
They wouldn't put it on tv if it wasn't true.
Ponder the irony,
And I'll get back to you.
I don't mean to make you feel bad but,
Don't be like your dad.
I miss you.
I mean "the real you"
COME BACK SOON
Buddy.
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