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cant my head around you babe
Seems like however flat and desolate this city is, theres always someone out there willing to spare 22 cents and a minute for my junkie ass. Or so I thought. Talking to Mo seems delusionally perfect then again I'm just dreaming some boy-ish dream, always second guessing myself and running away into some dark alleyway where no one can see who I am or where I've been. My trenchcoat and cigarettes hide me from what I dont want in my life, to all of everyone except perhaps Farren who knows more about my shitty realm than I do. Amazing it seems, like some perfect plot for a gruesome television show, smoking marlboros as a pasttime and killing people for a living, taking their possessions and selling them until one day reality catches up with him and so he must run and fight and shit. Should I be on NBC? Someday I'll find someone who I dont need to hide from, who accepts me for whatever the fuck I am. Hate to bitch but until then I am quite alone. Fuck.
Seems like however flat and desolate this city is, theres always someone out there willing to spare 22 cents and a minute for my junkie ass. Or so I thought. Talking to Mo seems delusionally perfect then again I'm just dreaming some boy-ish dream, always second guessing myself and running away into some dark alleyway where no one can see who I am or where I've been. My trenchcoat and cigarettes hide me from what I dont want in my life, to all of everyone except perhaps Farren who knows more about my shitty realm than I do. Amazing it seems, like some perfect plot for a gruesome television show, smoking marlboros as a pasttime and killing people for a living, taking their possessions and selling them until one day reality catches up with him and so he must run and fight and shit. Should I be on NBC? Someday I'll find someone who I dont need to hide from, who accepts me for whatever the fuck I am. Hate to bitch but until then I am quite alone. Fuck.