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[ju_st_a_dr_ea_m]

So tomorrow (or today, I suppose) is Sunday. Thankgiving. Woot.
The next day is Monday.
On which I go back to Halifax.
To my home.
And I get really fucking drunk.

Repeat as necessary.

I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huht