Where Do You Want to Be in Five Years? (11/8)

The grim reaper always kills humans with the weight of their pasts
But I heard he smothers humans now
With the weight of their past plastic shopping bags

I hope we get assigned to the same circle of hell
I want to wear leggings
I want to sleep like shit on your bunk bed again



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Vuchichevich
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