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dirty razors
I am not really sure who is the famous Grace Kelly.
As I lay here.
With my poofy belly.
Long night last night.
I was trying to be passive.
Couldn't sleep.
Gave up the fight.
My dreams have gone rancid.
I just want to get in your pants.
For more reasons than just to salsa dance.
Things in my dreams just never stop dying.
You think once it is dead it is over.
I with I could have maybe kept up with all my lying.
The truth as it hits me square in between the eyes.
I can't help but run...
Run from the inevitable...
Crash and hide.
Maybe once in a dream.
We may have met up and been...
Maybe once upon a time...
It could have...
Then again, now that I think of it.
Maybe not.
I just seem to get what I put out.
Looks like I just got GOT.
Damn dude.
The past fucker was straight up rude.
All I really want is to give him his shit back.
Why does the pussy ass mutha fucker gotta be so wack?
Then another one of the ones...
Dude who used me to wash me up dry.
Has gotta contact me,
say he is sorry.
Why?
Along this line.
Lines that are fine.
I am beyond capable of going back in time.
If I could though,
I don't think I would change a fucking thing.
I would still go kick boxing.
Dress up.
And put on wings.
So here I am again.
Using the same lines that have been far too long my friend.
Missing class.
To stay home and hide from school.
Praying maybe this year...
I will finally give up.
Let go.
Of the idea of being cool.
I am not really sure who is the famous Grace Kelly.
As I lay here.
With my poofy belly.
Long night last night.
I was trying to be passive.
Couldn't sleep.
Gave up the fight.
My dreams have gone rancid.
I just want to get in your pants.
For more reasons than just to salsa dance.
Things in my dreams just never stop dying.
You think once it is dead it is over.
I with I could have maybe kept up with all my lying.
The truth as it hits me square in between the eyes.
I can't help but run...
Run from the inevitable...
Crash and hide.
Maybe once in a dream.
We may have met up and been...
Maybe once upon a time...
It could have...
Then again, now that I think of it.
Maybe not.
I just seem to get what I put out.
Looks like I just got GOT.
Damn dude.
The past fucker was straight up rude.
All I really want is to give him his shit back.
Why does the pussy ass mutha fucker gotta be so wack?
Then another one of the ones...
Dude who used me to wash me up dry.
Has gotta contact me,
say he is sorry.
Why?
Along this line.
Lines that are fine.
I am beyond capable of going back in time.
If I could though,
I don't think I would change a fucking thing.
I would still go kick boxing.
Dress up.
And put on wings.
So here I am again.
Using the same lines that have been far too long my friend.
Missing class.
To stay home and hide from school.
Praying maybe this year...
I will finally give up.
Let go.
Of the idea of being cool.