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[Waste]
It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs
The more likely the chance that I'll find romance
If it somehow becomes alive
I share my bed with a bad brain
Spilt ash and cum stains almost every night
Find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life
Oh you know
I'm wasting away
Wasting your days
Oh you know
You're wasting away
You're wasting your days
[I Am A Familiar Creak In Your Floorboards]
Doing nothing to substitute self-gratification
I climax with a sigh
Distance myself from all conversation
Where is my mind?
I know it's annoying when my head drifts away
I convince myself I'm moronic
And I guess that might bе true
When nothing compares to
Somеthing platonic
If you want me to go, you know I will
If you want me to go, you know, you know
If you want me to go, you know I will
If you