It's been forever-
I haven't had much to say.
I still don't.
The ones and twos are back on, baby!
I'll be the one, who will be my number two?
Don't know if it's the adrenaline or the meds or the sunshine I've been injesting,
But all my problems seem smaller.
Like the pants I bought the other day.
My shell is here, but my soul is 650 miles away.
Guess it caught an earlier flight.
Perma-plastered smile gives me away.
Can't wait to blow this pop stand [up].
I always wanted to get away from Milwaukee.
Now, I can't wait to get away to it.
Funny how the tables are turned once you reach the other side
And see that the grass is the same fucking shade-
Only not quite the same.
Bad analogies are my best friend-
You should send them a friend request.
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