i want to be in a motercycle gang
gangreen and mean
Fucked and so lonely
Waiting for you to realize where we've
how's your bell-curve?
mine's right-skewed average low. very low.
and the river
Under a red sky, I told her, "I want to
i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,
drink until i can't see,
someday i'll show you around a monster-free tokyo,
and out footsteps
i can survive, but i don't know if i want
oh! she looks trodden upon in the most prettiest way,
in
from up here the pacific looks like fire and things
crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor.
said, "i don't
was further out than you thought
wind-swept and current-caught.
not knee-deep, b
the sun is shining on me, finally. finally.
and you walk
it's clear, my dear, we're dead or almost there.
This drink
i suggest you only ever tell lies.
because once you tell
things are here, and you're over there
and in between: land,
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