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It's days like these where I want to slump onto the couch
With my eyes half closed and my shoes still tied.
It's days like these when I'm too depressed to pick up my notebook.
Everyone is talking loudly about nothing right over me
As I try to ignore them, and fail.
God. When did things get so static?
When did everything stop moving; when did I start dying?
I'm trapped behind a screen door.
With my eyes half closed and my shoes still tied.
It's days like these when I'm too depressed to pick up my notebook.
Everyone is talking loudly about nothing right over me
As I try to ignore them, and fail.
God. When did things get so static?
When did everything stop moving; when did I start dying?
I'm trapped behind a screen door.