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[stfu_patrick]

in the passenger's seat
for a scowling session
staring out the window
with a plaster expression

the landscape rushes by
and my legs are aching
friends don't comment on
conversations i'm not making

getting older never growing up
trying and learning never going to stop

stagnant mediocrity
is making me sick
how do you live your life
dwelling in it?

now
it's time to exist
complacency
we've got to resist