Type A

Driving in your car
Getting hot off of who you are
And you are not impressed by anything i offer you
I'm fucked up on your innocence
I wonder what you do on weekends
When no one provides you with the kind of comfort humans crave

Craving a body has never felt like this
Am i craving whiteness?
Find yourself in the heart of it



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