moving south
and learning to play the accordion
wondering if you hear all these things I think

funny how it's hard to take.

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still not over it.

hahahaha

I want to know who your words are for.

what can I compare you to when everything looks like you?

I could have much better hair.

and I could stop eating egg mcmuffins.

and theeenn maybe my life would make more sense.

fuck broken social scene.
fuck sufjan stevens.
fuck love songs that aren't really love songs.
I'm tired.

maybe now being mad is my religion. lying was my safety net. My ritual, my repentance.
I don't know. I'm just looking for someplace to go.
you know?

I just always thought you knew.

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