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#overcompensating
Can’t tell the bottle from the mountain top, My hands are shaking but I just can’t stop. Inhale til’ my head is sore, Do it because I feel like I can’t take it anymore. Can’t tell the bottle from the mountain top, My head is shaking but I just can’t stop. Lower the cigarette because my heart is sore, Do it because I can’t handle it anymore. What am I gonna do when the money runs out? I wish there is something left to say. When are my eyes going to see the bright of day? Just left to keep my vices at bay. Can’t tell the bottle from the mountain top, Honey please don’t stop. Put out the flame because my eyes are sore, Sleep it off because I can’t do it anymore. When am I going to see the bright of day? When am I going to see a brighter day?
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 1:21 AM UTC
Brighter Day
Turns out, I’m a talented repairman. A messed-up wall? I’ll fix that patch, find the perfect paint, to colour-match. A misunderstanding? I’ll shape the perfect situation, So It can be flawlessly justified. Yes. I’m a great repairman. Because after all— I’m nothing, but a destructive tenant, In the flexible lease, That is your heart.
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Repairman