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Birthday
Annabelle Dinda
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I never think of my teeth
Until I get on a bike
I never think of my hands
Until I pick up a knife
I wouldn't call it forgetting
Then it isn't foresight
Not the right way of going about it
I never think of my skull
Until a kid's playing catch
I always think of myself
But it's completely detached
And every life is chock-full
Of disorienting flash
It's a bad of going about it
Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Wake up later with some sutures
And a super new sixth sense
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
From everything I've already failed
I sit in sound like a place
I cry on most every call
I barely look at my face
Forget my shoes in the hall
And you can it's a message
That the writing's on the wall
In the wrong way of going about it
Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Wake up later with some sutures
And a super new sixth sense
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
From everything I've already felt
24, fill the void
Scratch the floor, make some noise
The illusion of choice
Take a breath, save my voice
24, fill the void
Scratch the floor, make some noise
The illusion of choice
Take a breath, save my voice
Maybe I'll predict my future
Take a baseball to the head
Turn into a live computer
Learn it all to end up dead
Maybe I'll predict my future
Make it better for myself
Maybe I'll predict my future
I wonder what I haven't felt
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