$100 Tip

The buggy code of my internal workings keeps synced with my bad timing.
That's flaw.
The dead spot in between our ears keeps spreading.
When we stand up, no one comes to ask, "
Why is this backwards?" The alarm doesn't go off after you're awake.
And especially that feeling you get when you meet someone who looks like you, that one hundred dollar tip, and a town, or a family, without enough money to keep itself alive.



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Casey, Joshua Cyr, Nicole Shanholtzer, Katie Dvorak, Chris Teti, David Bello, Steven Buttery
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