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time has finally swallowed up my last days of high school. during my final i tried to imagine myself in africa but the result was a garbled soliloquy from hamlet and an elephant. i have three suitcases in my room. two of them aren't unpacked yet and one of them is waiting to be filled. i also have alot of boxes waiting in a similar limbo. when i leave i'll take the boxes with me, but i'll leave everything else behind. everything being both figurative and literal.
and i speak to you like the chorus to the verse
chop another line like a coda with a curse
come on like a freak show takes the stage
we give them the games we play
she said
i want something else, to get me through
this semi-charmed kinda life
baby, baby
and i speak to you like the chorus to the verse
chop another line like a coda with a curse
come on like a freak show takes the stage
we give them the games we play
she said
i want something else, to get me through
this semi-charmed kinda life
baby, baby