careering. the caesar cut: salvation for receding
hairlines who hid the telegraphs and set their all
in trophy cases of the past? forget the way you
kicked my shoes because i cant sleep at night.
believe me when i tell you that it's not to late
for us to save it all we'll hide ourselves in bad
reviews and laugh at all our misfortune precious
dreaming and i know it's not real to stare to home
and wish for better: you're better it's foolish
now to hope for sometime more than you to weigh me
in another bad trip's on our hands and this is
surely not the first paper on a coffee table's not
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bleeding's such an awful mess to find out what you
know already it seems that we're still sliding to
back when we were smiling and the answer to be
given: what if neptune rose? when you're seventeen
and waiting around. i'll drive by your house so
how long should it take to guess if i need to see
your face just to take a trip to somewhere after?
well this is my display, this is my cliche when
i'm finally dry of all that inspiration, what's
left this is my heart and these are my arms c39's
at sixteen