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[ramma_jamma]

last friday i wrote this while driving down the interstate home...its still in the works

for whatever reason
i take a pass on my sainity
just to keep you around
and the suicide count
stands at 1
when i kill off
my own self confidence
its time to self medicate
so ill burn one down to slaughter
these less than brilliant memories
i pack it up and start the race
at least 200 miles to escape
this desperation i feel
when youre sitting next to me
i need to see the ocean
in a way i never have before
throw a rock into the waves
watch it fall
damn i feel so fucking small
under a sky that goes on for days
a shade of blue only God could create
but for now its back to the cartoon dreams
of a perfection that no longer exists

im moving home on june 2nd so if you want to hang out see if you can catch me before then...otherwise you can come see me in memphis