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ok, was just looking though all the memos i wrote on my phone when i was high as fuck, so here they are:
(no judging, i was fucking hiiihgggghhhh)
I have wings like a canary
But somethings dragging me down back here to tis world
Making me see these things
Time is ticking against my ear
I can hear it so loud and clear
It’s saying if you don’t do what you want when you want to do it,
There might not be time left for it
And since this is it,
And the end is just the end,
Thre’s no reason not to
Cause what’s the fucking point?
There isn’t one,
And maybe that’s the whole point.
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I feel like the bottom halves of my eyelids have been torn out.
But I might just crying
I feel like I’m in some mixture of the carnival on Heroes and that book geek love
I feel like I’m both inside and out
It’s so loud out here
The mix of megaphones, sidewalks, and bird calls.
Someone’s hands on my neck and someone’s yelling my name
I can hear it
Everyone’s talking about me.
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Crashes in side, I can hear them more than ever
Pulsing thighs, I can feel them more than ever
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Every pore in my body is open,
Screaming for smoke
I absorb the willowing white
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Oh yeah boy run that game
Well actions speak louder than words
And that last thing that you did,
That really struck a nerve.
You wanna see me cry, like to see me beg
Then the next day you gonna ask why I didn’t give you head?
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Satelite Dreams,
The source is right in front of me
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With my feet upon the ground
I wait for when it comes
I’ll stand there,
With it’s slimy hand reaching out;
The sounds of laughter so distant
I imagine they’re talking about me.
The shades move in secret dialect,
Laughing amongst themselves
The hands on my neck again,
And I try to shake it off
But every light is an eye
And every shadow is a hand
In this world I’m 5 feet tall
And heavy as I walk
How will I ever make it out
Safe I wonder,
As it’s breath moves down my neck
(no judging, i was fucking hiiihgggghhhh)
I have wings like a canary
But somethings dragging me down back here to tis world
Making me see these things
Time is ticking against my ear
I can hear it so loud and clear
It’s saying if you don’t do what you want when you want to do it,
There might not be time left for it
And since this is it,
And the end is just the end,
Thre’s no reason not to
Cause what’s the fucking point?
There isn’t one,
And maybe that’s the whole point.
------------
I feel like the bottom halves of my eyelids have been torn out.
But I might just crying
I feel like I’m in some mixture of the carnival on Heroes and that book geek love
I feel like I’m both inside and out
It’s so loud out here
The mix of megaphones, sidewalks, and bird calls.
Someone’s hands on my neck and someone’s yelling my name
I can hear it
Everyone’s talking about me.
---------
Crashes in side, I can hear them more than ever
Pulsing thighs, I can feel them more than ever
----------
Every pore in my body is open,
Screaming for smoke
I absorb the willowing white
--------------
Oh yeah boy run that game
Well actions speak louder than words
And that last thing that you did,
That really struck a nerve.
You wanna see me cry, like to see me beg
Then the next day you gonna ask why I didn’t give you head?
-----------
Satelite Dreams,
The source is right in front of me
-------
With my feet upon the ground
I wait for when it comes
I’ll stand there,
With it’s slimy hand reaching out;
The sounds of laughter so distant
I imagine they’re talking about me.
The shades move in secret dialect,
Laughing amongst themselves
The hands on my neck again,
And I try to shake it off
But every light is an eye
And every shadow is a hand
In this world I’m 5 feet tall
And heavy as I walk
How will I ever make it out
Safe I wonder,
As it’s breath moves down my neck