Chain smoked til two last night
Up chucked at six. Chain smoked til three tonight What the hell am I doing here? Eat ramen, Read poetry, Think about you when I lay in bed Take oxy, Can't sleep at night, Try to get your body out my head. I write too many songs about the way you feel. When your skin melts into mine Can't tell which dreams are real. When will I finally get to have you all alone, so. I. Can tell you how I feel
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