Call it what you will
I can't think without the pills
I die a little too fast
fall asleep on the floor at last
I left notes in all your sweaters
just in case you're under the weather
I left notes in all your sweaters
your sister said you'd never get em
a bird in hand,
struggles less than a flock in a cage,
whistled to my horse to hit the sand,
just to try and get behind your face,
I returned all your cassettes,
turned to leave your cheeks were wet,
I returned all your cassettes,
your sister said we'd never met
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