fag
dissonance i'm drowning
don't even wanna think about what to do with my head
find myself constantly
shot thru
did you feel it was fun
one
yea we're best friends
yea we're best friends
the brick wall paint
stained
says call for a good time
looking for a good time
i'm your good time
scrawl your name
my brick face
stained
don't even wanna think about what to do with my head
or the writing on my wall
feverish shifting of my being
of my come
come come on baby
it's not crazy
to believe we
can love
though i'm over now on the other side
up the hill behind third floor curtains
that don't open to the sun
i have the inside
but i don't open to the sun

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