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I can't stop listening to Elliott Smith. I can't stop playing anything that makes a sound. I can't stop inhaling dirty air into my lungs. I can't stop thinking and i can't get it down right. I can't find my Paul McCartney (or my John Lennon, who's to say who could be who?) I can't stop smiling but i still can't be happy. I can't fill this empty fucking place i can't just stop exchanging i can't stay like this i can't stay here i can't leave i can't finish a sentence i can't fix an idea i started or get myself to call or find anyone who is going to want me around as much as you and it's just part of the way these type of things work out it's another petal wrapping the inside with another day another color fit in between another step towards something else this is it. i can't stop listening to the beatles either.