i'm staring out in into the vaccuum again, from the backporch of my mind. the only thing that's alive, i'm all there is. and i start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw, my eyes have turned red as stop lights, you seem ready to walk, you know i'll call you eventually, when i wanna talk, till then you're invisible, cuz there's this switch
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i guess it's good that things are falling into place.
i like that song. i need to listen to it.
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