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shouldn't have done coke that day

drugs are good and bad and dangerous and fun  
no you don't wanna go home with me?  
i guess you gotta be punctual to be a hero  
still don't know why people care where they are buried  
don't bother tryin to tell me cuz you don't fuckin know either  
crooked teeth,smile,heart,dick, whatever  
still got that just got out of county physique  
sometimes you gotta masturbate to ugly girl porn to  
keep your fantasies realistic  
the next time i bring a good one home from rehab early  
i'm gonna get drunk and piss in her pants  
post coituss  
while she's texting,tweeting,and facebooking  
how she's a singer but aren't we all  
who acts entitled to a life we've never really worked for after finding an old notebook under the couch cushion and telling me she knows how i feel cuz she writes her own tunes
calls me snooty cuz i snatch it from her  
ask her  
if she knows how to spell snooty cuz i really wanna know  
she gets even more pissed when i call her snooty  
cuz she doesn't  
i should kidnap a girl who drinks spritzers instead of tequila  
push her hair behind her ear and say i don't really know but this might be real  
we'll see if we wake up  
here i'll take ten if you will  
i know i will cuz i got the luck  
i guess you be out there long enough you come home with someone or something  
that eventually betrays you or dies  
but never both and especially not in that order because it might actually be gratifying  
so yeah all singers wanna be writers and writers just can't sing  
but we're all completely unemployable for years at a time  
can never lay a burden down  
addicted to the romance of tragedy  
put words in sentences like "cliche"  
before we even really know the definition of and become a self fulfilling prophecy  
never get the comfort of comradery from wishing air conditioners were quieter  
cuz it's never cold or quiet enough  
got one from this girl at school before the last time i went to jail and dropped out that had fear and loathing in louisiana written on it in sharpie  
it didn't blow cold air but it didn't make any noise either  
i really liked her  
good deal  
good deal
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