i've got a two step plan for resilience it goes 'hate everyone you come in contact with' and then 'expect them all to love you. expect all the girls to want to fuck you'
i could cut off all my fake blonde hair and broadcast my voice through the air like an atom in the void. i am a special kind of boy.
you don't know how hard you broke my fall. i can't live without you christie. i've got a bottle i call home, i've got a tired metaphor, you've got a few of your own.
and in the words of every sad refrain on every adolescent page
i wanna cover up the bodies. i wanna steal your daddy's car keys
but in philosophy you're arguing for god and i swear i saw him through the fog on college street i'm walking two blocks to your apartment
and it's hard to know what's right. i lost my paradise lost when i got lost in paradise. so be my desert island keepsake for tonight but the rescue ship is coming at high tide
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