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I sometimes think of growing up Waking early and brewing cheap coffee Pouring it in the same old half washed cup Exchange a cold shower for a couple bucks Trade happiness for a crooked smile I could walk to work, but I think I will drive instead Traffic is soothing Job security Misery becomes my amusement Local radio 8am Woman won a thousand medallions Two burnt down houses Stop short, ******* Now the coffee is on my trousers Half past nine Parking lot is packed Six block walk and twenty minutes of life I will never get back Hey look its Tim Tim is divorced with two kids Grown up stuff I guess I’ll just follow him in
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:19 AM UTC
Grown-Up
I sometimes think of growing up Waking early and brewing cheap coffee Pouring it in the same old half washed cup Exchange a cold shower for a couple bucks Trade happiness for a crooked smile I could walk to work, but I think I will drive instead Traffic is soothing Job security Misery becomes my amusement Local radio 8am Woman won a thousand medallions Two burnt down houses Stop short, ******* Now the coffee is on my trousers Half past nine Parking lot is packed Six block walk and twenty minutes of life I will never get back Hey look its Tim Tim is divorced with two kids Grown up stuff I guess I’ll just follow him in
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:19 AM UTC
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