You Can’t Fit A Square Peg In A Round Hole

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[Verse]
She told me she loved me, if I could give a fuck anymore
I reciprocate the sentiment with a kiss and a light paw
Precipitation initiating the ex sex scene in mind soars
Who the fuck cares about lovin' anymore
The last time I saw God was on an alcohol [?]
Took an L on the plane, plaster framed the angel skyline
All the while my heart was stuck in a truck past ninety-five
With the amount of times that I’ve fibbed to myself
I should be [?] strangled up and choked by the Goddess of wealth
That's the current situation, concurrent with my status of health
Funny, confounded in a civil cycle of never ending squares
Point circumference of circles sits in a radius of pairs
And I hate my fuckin' life, ain’t no superstition there
Thought placement where the earth breaks, shattering the stairs
Ready to swallow up the first bean to resurrect where
Do you go when your home is inside of a brain gone to funk
Your dick is a tool made to break up whores and sluts
Working towards a goal that only breeds acts of chumps
Static and erratic sadness playing the Forrest of Gump
My words are just a placating facet of the lies that I dump
Spark a cigarette, smoke the fucker till my lungs collapse
Suffocate of my breathing and die next to a train track
As the bud falls from my fingers and set fire to a leaf
Stacks set in a blaze to the beam that can only run to its past
It's an androgynous god watching the cigarette burn to ashes
And I ain't shit, don't you dare fuckin' lie to me
More passion in about the negative than the positive inside of me
Cancelling the charges with the complication of irony
And the dissonance is cognitive when the belief strikes as dividing seas
See? I've been blinded by the mere thought of inclining breeze
Dancing on sky when clouds flipping in tides of threes

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What if you stay this time?
I walked out the door, there's no memory left