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------- I keep falling.../ In & out of lust, and/ My darlings are all demons/ Everyone’s got something to hide/ Except me, and my Monkees/ Eyes see nothing/ She doesn’t need you/ And my heart is a glass onion/ Crack; shard to the artery/ I’m a ****** mess/ I need someone to look after me/ Reopen the past, and get scarred again/ It’s your job to be soft on me/ My job to be hard on me/ Me me me... I am insignificant/ I drown so much that I became amphibious/ Splash; activate my aqualung/ If she was a daytripper, I was a triathlon/ And I can’t even swim yet/ They see me floating facedown/ And naturally assume that I’m dead/ Another day in the life/ The revolution’s at 9:00, & it’s 8:55/ And if I’m still alive when I’m 64/ It’ll be a penalty/ For all the time I spent getting ****** Metaphor? I’m a matador in a china shop/ Eyes see nothing ‘til the writing stops/ And fear is the mind killer/ Ears are the way in/ Blind is the right colour/ They don’t get it/ That’s when it makes the most sense/ I’ll throw a rootbeer in your fridge./
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
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------- I keep falling.../ In & out of lust, and/ My darlings are all demons/ Everyone’s got something to hide/ Except me, and my Monkees/ Eyes see nothing/ She doesn’t need you/ And my heart is a glass onion/ Crack; shard to the artery/ I’m a ****** mess/ I need someone to look after me/ Reopen the past, and get scarred again/ It’s your job to be soft on me/ My job to be hard on me/ Me me me... I am insignificant/ I drown so much that I became amphibious/ Splash; activate my aqualung/ If she was a daytripper, I was a triathlon/ And I can’t even swim yet/ They see me floating facedown/ And naturally assume that I’m dead/ Another day in the life/ The revolution’s at 9:00, & it’s 8:55/ And if I’m still alive when I’m 64/ It’ll be a penalty/ For all the time I spent getting ****** Metaphor? I’m a matador in a china shop/ Eyes see nothing ‘til the writing stops/ And fear is the mind killer/ Ears are the way in/ Blind is the right colour/ They don’t get it/ That’s when it makes the most sense/ I’ll throw a rootbeer in your fridge./
_________________________ A.J. Farruco, 2010
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
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