sometimes
a token
is
a lamppost at the end of the street
taking control
hiding
fear
and lurking
around
stoned and happy. out of control. in order. taking order.
making order.
fuck the fuck off
jerk off
and move on
always moving on
moving
you dry up
you can't even cry
numb and social
numb and lonely
music speaks your mind
and you never understand it quite
your mind has you by your neck
you spit and it hits no ground
commercials kill your brain
your braind becomes a branch
kick the habit
don't let the habit kick you
is that all? is that the truth?
am i really this
?
is this really happening
this is really happening
i'm an idiot. trapped in your hot car.
cynic and frentic. feisty and lazy. all in once and once for all.
trapdoorsthatopen
butyoucancomebackforme
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