well this... this really is sad.

sick to my stomach and i know just exactly why.

blending together like a chorus of individuals, each singing a different song.

you can't make this any more sensiscal than it is in your mind and

you

know

it.

why bother.

not surprised at all, and really, why should i be?

down on my fucking knees.

i just need to open my eyes.

wake

me

up

this comfortable boredom is all so familiar.

there's nowhere that i really need to be.

i could have slept all day, and i suppose when it comes down to it, i sort of did.

dreamin' is free.

wake

me

up

i can't seem to get this taste out my mouth.

the churning of my stomach is all i can feel and the pulse in my temple is all i can hear.

the heart in my head.

i need.

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where are you, fever...

where are you.

i've made this mistake before.

all that runs through my head is

C

G

Am

F

C

Bm

G

Bm

G

it's gonna be all right it's gonna be all right it's gonna be all right...

it isn't really.

but it feels like it.

it keeps getting colder and i keep getting more and more turned around...

everything is

fuzzy.

artificial.

spinning...

you're talking to yourself now and i don't think you mind.

i will break my teeth tonight with these thoughts.

you

can't

keep

up.

and neither can i.

i believe we have mutual friends, you and i.

i wasn't aware the two of you were acquainted.

well.

maybe we just shouldn't talk about it.

shut up.

shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up.

i just....

i just want a break.

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