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[comfort_planet]

a day for every word
and you'll see me here next year
sitting and singing
my masterpiece is covered in sheets
hide misery from empathy and don't call sympathy
this has nothing to do with sadness
it's a perfect setting for my perfect home
a fence and a dog
a couple of swings, and you won't see me here tomorrow
the shot of alcohol is great with a cigarette
playing my records on reverse to try and hear anything
pseudo intellectuals talk about the world
while we lay in bed and touch each others hair