I'm Missing You This Long Weekend
I'm Not Unconscious, I'm Meditating.
Just Praying For My Sleep To End.
Passed Nightmares, A Dream We're In.
And When Schools Open,
I Hope To See You Then.
Without Any Interruption From Your Best Friend.
She's Always On You,
She Needs To Lay Off.
To You Being With Her Is Like A Full Time Job,
You Need A Day Off.
Let Me Give You That.
Bunk School, If You're Cool With That.
Ok How About A Weekend,
We Can Pretend To Study For An Exam.
Practice Math,
Teach You How To Measure Grams.
You're The Smart One, And Yet I'm Educating You.
The Perfect Scam.
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