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sometimes i sleep between pieces of paper,
so broken down, i speak and exhale vapor.
i am a mess of smoke,
i am blackened lungs,
i am late nights, avoiding stress,
i am getting blackout drunk.

i stared out the window
through the windshield wipers,
and i saw gray.
i saw the sun that set on skylines,
it felt so far away.
i wasn't looking out, i wasn't feeling good.
i was everything i should not have been,
and my anxiety set in.

we're just searching for something profound.
too fucked up to drive, we still get around.
i self reflect in glassy eyes and take
photographs to remember these nights.

we're just searching for something profound.
too fucked up to drive, we still get around.
we meet in parking lots, feeling alone.
i feel uncomfortable when i'm at home.
so let's circle around the block again,
there are three minutes left in this period.
and i want to make the best of the time that i get.

we're just searching for something profound,
too fucked up to drive, we still get around.
i self-reflect in glassy eyes and take
photographs to remember these nights.

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