Wasted Space

All them bloody opportunities
Just wasted away
Been alive for a while now
Cannot cope, OK?

Saturated upper self is overwhelming
I'm killing this day
Seven days away from anything rational
Saturday or sunday

Shivering down bloody spine
Behold all space
Given away
Oh, always too late

As you know this is for real
I'm feeling OK
And bathing off
My stray minded clay

My stray minded clay



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