| Calling for the last time
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| Caught a glimpse of it
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| Through shifting eyes
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| I see them looking at me
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| From right outside of my window
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| I see the monsters that creep
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| They lurk when I’m sparkin' my indo
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| Holdin' the smoke till I choke
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| I won’t breathe till it exit my airways
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| Copin' by I’m hopin' tomorrow is better
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| I dwell in the stairway
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| Fuck it, I just wanna drive
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| I love the feeling of feelin' alive
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| Do you ever contemplate suicide?
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| Falling asleep on his shoulder while I
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| Cry in my pillow alone in my bed
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| Smother the sound of the voice in my head
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| Losin' my voice so I speak with a pen
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| Writing agendas so I can pay rent
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| This is my life
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| This is not shit you can cut with a knife
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| No tension here but the stress is as thick as the buds I’ve been breakin' and
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| smokin' all night
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| Why do I write all about me?
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| Why can’t you see all the things that I see?
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| Am I alive, is my brain just pullin' tricks on me?
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| Get out alive or just live in a dream
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| Sorry I suck, I’m full of shit, I do not give a fuck
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| I got disorders and folders inside of me, tucked
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| Undiagnosed but I know I am fucked
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| Up in my head, writin' about it again and again
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| It’s gettin' harder to write songs about flowers
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| When showers are cold and my phone’s always dead
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| I think that I am fine
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| When I’m alone in my
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| Bed with my bong packed tight
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| My throat’s been sore all night
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| Sip that water quick
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| Before you might get sick
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| Tacks and thorns will prick
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| My words will never stick
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| My words will never stick
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| My words will never stick
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| My words will never stick |