Doomed to Be Thoughtful

The sunlight shows all the dust i thought i cleaned
Come over, get over yourself with me
Should learn to speak up- my passive shit would drive you away
No one likes a cry for help disguised

Doomed to be thoughtful
Creatures born awful
Doomed to be thoughtful
Creatures born awful

My worst dream: a room full of wedding rings
Come over, commiserate with me
Listen to me and the draining day i had
A wrestling match with a copy machine

Doomed to be thoughtful
Creatures born awful
Doomed to be thoughtful
Creatures born awful



Credits
Writer(s): Wil Bakula
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