'cause i coulda picked something easier i coulda been a contender for kinds of love that wouldn't falter inefficient little fake rockstar tryna make sure i'm up to par
reaching out in front for rebooted truth a final attempt to secure my role the emblematic wasp stuck in your car am i outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab? printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases everyone i know gets fucking tired everyone gets tired
these rods and cones can only take so much from your empty words to this bending crutch was it inherited? i can never know but i'll find all my answers with my baggage in tow