Fog - Fog

Hitting A Wall

hitting a wall blood in the mouth (coffee violence), some days it's like it's flattened.
picking of teeth with toenails, eyeballs locked into position.
I want to take a nap, i want to watch tv.
I want to sit and stare and stare and stare and think of elsewhere.
hitting a wall some days it's like it's flattened.
picking your teeth with toenails, eyeballs locked into position.



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Writer(s): Andrew Broder
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