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I fucken love the dirt and the dusty feelings
Dehydrated suburban backyard
Perfect to recharge
Watching dog eat cat shit while ants dissect a dead worm
Love grows trapped, I set the noose
This is happiness, little room now for errors spying on the neighbors from the roof
Home for the lonely to rehearse
Educating yourself in the perverse
Earl grey, smoke some leaves, as the neighbors kid screams me first, me first, me first,
Fuck you Riley, me first, a 7 year olds thirst is worse
When the words punch, harder than a brick to the face
My neighborhood is alive, I fucken love this place
Many will consider an obnoxious thought
Peace of mind has arrived, strange life, gamble wasted days abroad
Going to bed for 3 or 4 days in the same sweater
No one missing me was better, selfish to think that we matter
We the roses that never bothered to bloom, the suns disgusted never enters the room, shoot the moon
Yeah, discoveries fucken fun, holding breath with closed eyes, eyes closed, while starting at the sun
Watch the neighbor run, as another one sneaks in cums gone out the window run
Yeah discoveries fucken fun
Melting further into the vinyl seat a scrawny fucker with the windows down First Move, The Fuse on repeat
Melting further into the vinyl seat a scrawny fucker with the windows down Soda Boys, Fader on repeat
Melting further into the vinyl seat a scrawny fucker with the windows down SC, Sleepless EP on repeat
Melting further into the vinyl seat a scrawny fucker with the windows down Sports Dreams, Late on repeat
Melting further into the vinyl seat a scrawny fucker with the windows down Research Into Speed on repeat
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On a quiet day I can hear my ghost breathing deep
Background noise at dinner parties, fornicating
Confessing a self-evident insufficiency imposture posing
Sometimes we have to piss in the sink and shit in kitchens
Heard down the street, it’s in these leaves, like Polly Jean
Not rid of me, not licking legs, but pulling these heads off see.
On a quiet day I can hear my ghost scream I refuse to be fucking dead
A desire to keep quiet, nothing alone constant crowd props up the choir performed solo
Gillette, formed regret, the best a man get
Finally let out of the cage
Pontificating to no one, exit stage left to no fame, yippee fucking ki yay
So sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail
We’ll accomplish nothing
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