| Text Me When You're Home |
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| I walk home with headphones blaring |
| Hope to hell that they aren’t staring |
| What’s happening in their minds |
| To make them act the way they might? |
| And I lose perspective in the moment |
| Hateful glance, to hate when spoken |
| Thoughts of what might happen |
| Might just override this whole damn night |
| Is that right? |
