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You've got a funny way of coming clean- or are you coming apart?
You tuck the to-do lists between the book ends and in the books that good on the bus.
Mistake my wince for a smile while you on a bitten tongue.

You're not so when you're mean to me.
Your black flags fade to the red-blooded blues
When we grow old to we died young.

ever lasts.
It's a dystopian, sick world and everything is just apart.
But don't it feel like we're coming together when we load-up the goods and push the shopping carts
We'd in your bedroom, where the forced laughter is not contagious.
I know that you wish you were sick, but are so many ways of being more disappointing..

You're not so funny when mean to me.
Your flags fade to gray, you looked dead in your leather anyway.
Punks and we're gonna die young.
But you're gagged and you're bound and city-bound.
You young.

Because it feels there's something that's gone.
When you ask if there's that's wrong.
I feel like something that's gone.