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I think Archie’s screams are to blame. King Krule’s no longer keeping me afloat Boy Harsher doesn’t hit the same I’m fine to lose appetite and still grow fat I’ve learned to lose drive, crash dive and dream to thrive But Alex G no longer makes me wish to play, When Blonde Redhead's on it doesn't feel like my birthday I’ve grown used to stay in bed, bail on a friend    - the latter severely shames and I'm all to blame A life without music, a new baseline of a diagnostic If anyone's wondering - yes I'm still sick.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
to fight a September and **** a February
I think Archie’s screams are to blame. King Krule’s no longer keeping me afloat Boy Harsher doesn’t hit the same I’m fine to lose appetite and still grow fat I’ve learned to lose drive, crash dive and dream to thrive But Alex G no longer makes me wish to play, When Blonde Redhead's on it doesn't feel like my birthday I’ve grown used to stay in bed, bail on a friend    - the latter severely shames and I'm all to blame A life without music, a new baseline of a diagnostic If anyone's wondering - yes I'm still sick.
Music references: - King Krule: Blue Train Lines - Boy Harsher: Lost - Alex G: Mis - Blonde Redhead: Sit Down for Dinner pt2
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
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