I don't want to live like you,
I do what
The repeating scene every fucking night
I'm all alone when
Sitting around with nothing to do
I'm sick of myself
So what's your dietary policy?
Magazines set the standards of
Staring out my window, I've trapped myself inside
Turned myself
Every once and a while a special kind of person
We've been friends now for years and years
We've had
Processed personality pumped through wires and chips
Mass communication graveya
Corrugated dream house with a two cart garage
Tattered ghosts
Zero tolerance for this bullshit
Empowering you with my insecurity
Well I'm so sorry that things don't always go your
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