thinking about hows
i need to get out of here and i know that. i know that more than i know anything, even 2+2.
life is on repeat, fuck it, eject.
my thoughts are so damned redundant
and not even necessarily negative
just fucking repetitive
i should have been born to anarchist bohemian parents
that would go a long ways in explaining
life is on repeat, fuck it, eject.
my thoughts are so damned redundant
and not even necessarily negative
just fucking repetitive
i should have been born to anarchist bohemian parents
that would go a long ways in explaining