Drowning with the poor man,
relax system, I love you still.
I'd try to come back if I could.
Vacant on the weekends,
any ex-boyfriends, A little tired of being a lot misunderstood.
And I've paid bills, won't pay any more
… Isn't this an ordinary soul?
Styrofoam
I don't ever feel warm,
like grass stains,
and I'm stone cold, Whatever's left,
I'm too tied up to come undone.
Write it down on pamphlets;
perfect we're just perfect, Whatever's left,
it's not so easy when you're dumb.
Some of them good and some of them bad
… I always ease along because I'm alone…
Styrofoam
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