Lawrence Arms Another Boring Story Letras:
displacement, the basement, isolation commented
relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs,
tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways for
now. the rise and fall and gentle drops
precipitation never stops i pulled the clouds
inside me and now it's raining again. cried in my
sleep last night for the first time. dying while i
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live, living where we die. futility abounds six
feet deep within the coffee grounds. there
ashtrays are volcanoes now apartments burn in red
and brown salt the earth and never grow notice
ashes look like snow falling and just sitting
there more trash than the county fair the smell of
crowds, a burning nose a smell familiarly morose
half-assed attempt only to fail half-assed
reflection ghostly pale you're waving while i
disappear---ashes cementing my fear ...
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