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As tradition says
Spent all morning leveling the shelf
Framed by the intersection of myth
And the legit action of events
Never seen the inside of the cockpit
So I'll imagine it instead
The air dense
To really nail the landing
I'll hammer again
Put to rest fragments of myself
Watching the first half of Hancock
Turn it off halfway to walk to the dep
Turn it off halfway to walk to the dep
Turn it off halfway to walk to the dep

I take 30 end up walking in place
Restoration the absence of name
Dead asleep at the midpoint of everything I partake
Let me give it to you straight
As the timeline lengthens
I slowly switch off my brain
The sidewalk cracks underneath
I hear everything
You get one wish you ask for more
I'm going a separate way
The rotting of my teeth
Goes as slow as belief
The only plague I've been around for is
Waking up from this deep sleep
Waking up from this deep sleep
Waking up from this deep sleep

Another alarm I throw on out to the wind
I see the weather vane spin
This a delicate situation of whim
When your jacket pocket gets stuck
And you snap like it's the end of all this shit
I'm going out for a bit

Slip on some birks before I casually slid
For ease of mind I need to shoulder some shit
Nothing that the smallest cope couldn't fix
These narrow streets you hardly holding my width

I try to loosen, tighten up on my belt

Not supposed to be just posing as threats

A fragile body from the front like you just some silhouette

Now he withholding the spend
Burning holes is better known as regret

If I'm gonna take the time to stitch it
Better leave it as is
The name tag on your chest
Wiped clean I forgot if we met
After all that was said
I think it goes that I'm spent

Put on some slow jams I think that would be best

I'll double down cause I got something to give
A single room starts spinning
I'm alone for a bit

Got that aurora borealis effect
And grab my keys before I walk to the dep