Ohio St. 12

You're not smoking that cigarette, I don't think you are
I think this is a cover-up for the thought that I hate you

Magenta and Rebecca did it when they were younger
Waiting out the last minute on the timer, time for your daily obsession
We've all got one

As the world does it's rotation
It's still the same

I don't care what you do, I just won't be there for it
I must've been thinking' too deeply, you seem bored by me

As the sun begins fracturing
It's not the same
The waves and tides turning
Still feels the same
It's not the same
Still feels the same
It's not the same



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Writer(s): Quentin Mitchell
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