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I tried to explain myself and not rely on this reoccurring plot

Maybe I will just admit I’m an asshole

The soles of my shoes are wearing thin

I find myself pulling too much at my skin

I will just be young with a face full of wrinkles

Maybe I don’t sleep enough, well Jesus Christ, who am I kidding?

On the corner of despair and prosperity

Too many times the sidewalk ahead of me is covered in gum and subverted disaster

Foreign tongues are all that society use to speak when they’re whispering

behind me

Talking in some strange unknown vernacular

Maybe I don’t sleep enough, well Jesus Christ, who am I kidding?

Maybe I should just shut up and try to keep my eyes ahead of me