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 nothing matches like it use to, I can't connect or even think about what's coming next

I'm just getting drunk in the shower and skipping class 
I'm just waiting for him to get home

I'm just listening to the same old songs and not feeling a god damn thing

I keep waiting to not feel so boring 
I keep waiting 
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 & again & again & again

My first day of school is tomorrow 
I feel like I'm going to puke.

For something I wasn't going to take to seriously, 
it's been 6 months & and I'm all fucking in. 

second set of keys &
300 dollar buss tickets,

 I'm sewing our legs together

 the tastes of your insides


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I'm armed with the past and my will and a brick