Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Trapped inside flesh, terrified of everything and everyone
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Blue circle circulating, something coming out of my belly button
And everyone is all at the function, wake up to stains on the sheets
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Nizoral shampoo, save my day
Now, it's winter, and I'm dry, and I'm pissed it's that way
And I sit in front of a transcended sunrise and think about how I pissed away the day
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Why do you use that emoji?
There's a world inside my phone
I used to protect my palette of feelings
I used to curate and try not to see things
There's a world inside my phone
I feel more inside the world when I'm alone
I put my phone on the goldfinch and sit in the brown chair, reading
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Towels are stacking up, they're dry but I won't reuse them
I'm careful about my hygiene, laundering, continuous pattern around the house
Was I cruel to my cat? Would they be cruel to a mouse?
Am I cruel to people? Am I cruel to this house?
Am I cool, and I evil? Will I make a good spouse?
Is it cruel to reread this if it makes me gross out?
Am I projecting fake people's opinions on the things that I do?
Am I cool, am I evil or am I cool, am I evil?
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Last stretch, wake up, don't stretch
Feel like everybody stretches, I don't scratch my neck
And my neck hurts and my head does, too
I feel nauseas when I look at a screen
Some sort of awesome light disease
Some sort of excuse to leave this scene, like that lyric that was from Alex G
A hundred fucking songs at twenty one
No need to be impressed, because I'm the one
Who chose to spend some time under the sun
Doing all the music I have done
I'm unnerved by the fraction of time spent thinking about time that I spent early in life
Compared to the time I spent in that part of life
Painfully nostalgic
Sentimental
I feel it all
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