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- Entitled
wake in the morning and smell the cinnamon
i can't believe you'd be my friend again
i go to work and smell the chemicals
the smell is sweet but i feel that this love is abysmal
get home at 4, lay down on the floor
alone in my room, i hear the boom.
i finally woke up
- Friday Night Lockjaw
Take me down those illegible roads
Head down, no sunlight
Streets are packed at this unreasonable hour
And I can barely see
Friday night, come back to me
Chips stacked
- Fumble At Every Handshake
seeing how it's too late now
i might as well
oh these white walls?
i'm sick of staring at them
sick of my burning insides
keep it so down deep
burn and bury that