2 Liters

Like the wheels on my chair keep on rolling
Adrenaline to keep me going
Writing about the gas I'm pumping
For whatever reason, I'll keep going
I don't want to sharp, no cropper
Through the fence no one will stop her
All the same things hit the wall
And I can't say I have the balls
The park at midnight They can't kick me
And the Banana it has stabbed me
I can't touch them with
All the chill that's in my hands
Under your spell because you matter
Blue-print on my brain scan
Steak knife broke the frying pan
Same old plan



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Writer(s): Von's Island
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