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sewerperson
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H-h-her voicemail always full whenever I find my breath
This the last time that I'm calling you back
And this the last that I even make the effort
My coat's hung up at home, and I could finally rest
And okay, swap the phones, let's see how sad you get
I like to take my shit home first, then get it off my chest
Huh, it's just too much stress
And I'm inside my head, just trying to fight my chest
And 83 floors up, these worries hurt me less
On rainy nights I take my deepest breaths
And this the last time that I call you back
Oh, you know it's nothing but land mines in this thread of texts
She tell me she promise I'll get mine, but whatโs left to get?
I'm beaten down to a fine pulp, and it's nothing left
But once again, it's all my fault, and I sweep the mess
On late nights, I could feel time stall as I roll this blunt
I take this puff and sit to watch the night fall as I slowly numb
And all this pain I feel keep tellin' me I'm the only one who feel it
I'm always the highest in the room, tonight I'm the highest in the building
S-still, I couldn't feel it, I need something that just might kill me
It's hot in here, too hot, I don't get how the walls ain't peeling
I look up from my phone, expecting mist to line the ceiling
Her voicemail always full whenever I find my breath
This the last time that I'm calling you back
And this the last that I even make the effort
My coat's hung up at home, and I could finally rest
A-and I stopped with tolerance breaks and started thinking less
'Cause these drugs will line my feelings like a teflon vest
And I got some years left in me before it can catch up yet
I like to take my shit home first, then get it off my chest
Huh, so whatโs next?
I'm just a walking shell, I work, and I do my best
You finally here, it's zombieland, well, more or less
We all lost the shine we had some years ago, now we just exist
This pattern-work has overcome everything that I used to know
This cloud is hugged like a wedding ring to my daily rows
My voice is killed as it's leaving me, and I'm overlooked
It would take the ear of a diety to be understood
Th-this one page of many, I'm not going anywhere
You could hear my voice get carried swiftly through the air
R-R-Reebok's got sewage on 'em, this the second pair
And I'd try to ask for help, but I don't like the way they stare
You got no fucking idea what it's like to be number one
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