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Alone again, sociable,
Just a walking contradiction for the diction to beat,
I'm so dumb, so very numb,
I can't tell who, why, or what I've already done,
Incomplete, did you get any sleep?
A photocopy of a copy of a copy just leaked,
Stuck in this room, stuck in your dreams,
One, two, three, fourteen times a day.
Can you see, you remind me of,
How I used to be,
Let's say goodbye to our maybes,
Incomplete, just a texture of ,
How life really is,
And it seems to feel so real.
Eyes wide shut, faded to white,
A little conversation never seemed to stray this far,
Ignore my thoughts, is that blood on your sleeve,
A needle dropped inside my basket of great, great ideas,
Susceptible, open and bare,
Going under in the seven seas of long blank stares,
You're so damn it, I'm so damn hot,
Let's burn it out, and be forgotten forever and out.
Time and circles, it's the way we are
Held by the legions of our alcohol
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass
Open boxcutter, empty cigarette
The meaning of life will come in a dream
This is why we must never go to sleep
Confined to our habits, rinse, wash, repeat
Open boxcutter, empty cigarette