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shame begs to exist
And so we drove down a road not saying a word the loud
trance bass numbing our soul
we let go
We take hits after hits this never gets old you ask me my
name I say I don’t know
Were going pretty fast but it still feels too slow you say
on your knees and I laugh as if it’s a joke
you look at me dead on a kinda look that tells you no
Everything’s white outside except for the snow dead black
slush green in some areas I guess from the mould you look at me again I should
do as im told no ones around its dumb to withhold i lie on the ground and stay
still for a minute daydream im at home but I know youll be here in a second I begin
to feel cold this shirt neck is too low. I imagine its snow in my mouth
dripping down my throat I haven’t blinked in a while not even my eyelids under
my control you take hold and I respond eyes glazed still a bit stoned. Whats strange
though id still rather you here then being alone being used is better than not
being known. Turned off tuned out switched off from the world, i drink my milk
watch some tv kiss my mom on the cheek and sleep like a newborn baby
trance bass numbing our soul
we let go
We take hits after hits this never gets old you ask me my
name I say I don’t know
Were going pretty fast but it still feels too slow you say
on your knees and I laugh as if it’s a joke
you look at me dead on a kinda look that tells you no
Everything’s white outside except for the snow dead black
slush green in some areas I guess from the mould you look at me again I should
do as im told no ones around its dumb to withhold i lie on the ground and stay
still for a minute daydream im at home but I know youll be here in a second I begin
to feel cold this shirt neck is too low. I imagine its snow in my mouth
dripping down my throat I haven’t blinked in a while not even my eyelids under
my control you take hold and I respond eyes glazed still a bit stoned. Whats strange
though id still rather you here then being alone being used is better than not
being known. Turned off tuned out switched off from the world, i drink my milk
watch some tv kiss my mom on the cheek and sleep like a newborn baby
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