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Im sitting with a ciggerette in hand at 12:14 in the morning.
My friend plays in my ear, telling my body it'll be okay.
All the lights were off yet everything seemed so bright
And its only 12:17 in the morning yet it still feels like night.
We want the party to go on..
ear
eye
hand
he just wants the party to stop..
its not fun anymore its all so bland.
He feels like tension
we feel like success
he feels like party
we feel repressed.
The piano keys play as the strings wonder if there is more than this...
a flat.
b minor.
The nyquil's kicking in now. I guess its time to sleep.
These 8 mins felt like my life.
My friend plays in my ear, telling my body it'll be okay.
All the lights were off yet everything seemed so bright
And its only 12:17 in the morning yet it still feels like night.
We want the party to go on..
ear
eye
hand
he just wants the party to stop..
its not fun anymore its all so bland.
He feels like tension
we feel like success
he feels like party
we feel repressed.
The piano keys play as the strings wonder if there is more than this...
a flat.
b minor.
The nyquil's kicking in now. I guess its time to sleep.
These 8 mins felt like my life.