Same old Bulls#its in my head
Same cold feet that
feel like lead
Stomach that growls
When it hasn't been fed
So i call you up
To break me down
Nearly every time
You come around
As these tapestries
That you'd weave for me
Their colors and things make
So one cant really see
All chasing the obsession
That has no confession
To break this world down
As aya lifelong profession
And mixed up in atonement
Somehow feels
liek u 0Wn iT
So now lets try and forget
This entire F#ckn m0ment
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