where are you going? dont you have things to do? like words to speak and love to make... your meatloaf is cold how do you expect me to understand when you and the moon talk in such foreign tongues oh and didnt you forget your wallet? you have such lovely pictures of your refridgerator how old is she? i chipped a tooth today, did i tell you? i talked with my foot in my mouth and you know how the rest goes... oh so i heard you lost faith in god? did you check in between the couch cushions you'd be surprised where things end up like your father for instance, who knew a man could commit a six-year suicide things are funny the way they .---------------&--------------------- .----------E----------F--------------- .-----S----------------------A-------- .---I---------------------------LL---- .R---------------------------------... like my chest when you strangle me with things i dont wanna hear of course i know santa claus is fake so is your faith these are all things ive learned to accept but dont need to be repeated for as many times as i have beats to carry me along verse chorus verse and i never did like your meatloaf...
Reason for writing:
just rambling
Birth sign: Pisces
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