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Dropshipped Cat Shirt
Wilbur Soot
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Skinny jeans on the bench press
You burn the candle at both ends
If anyone asks, why?
Then they're not worth your time
Why am I so out of breath?
Club sandwich pressed in north end
Grittled shank on rye
A gunshot at half time
Adoration of the mystic land
That idea of me, who was that man?
A wooly picket line
Intestinal red wine
Now it's hard not to suspect
Your lying tell is bated breath
I inhale for suspense
You triggered my mammalian sighing reflex
Uh, oh yeah
Uh
So I take everything as a lesson
Something I trained out of myself
With mindless self-indulging confidence
Indulge me in whatever quick release I could muster
Social media, carbohydrates and cannabis
The world was my oyster
And I was the knife by which they'd shuck
But now he's dead, he's gone
I fucking start a new
I'm a developmental beast, wrong version of myself
16 bathrooms, 16 bedrooms, 16 fridges
64-bit computers, 15 of them
Oh, how nice it must be
To feel so bored
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I just need to find someone to tell me
I'm just tired
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